When
the land dries & the sand flies
fold
on fold of black dust rolls so dark
a
yellow light bulb in the kitchen
looks
like a burning cigarette.
But
it's okay okay because
the
Okies & the Arkies & the Texicans
follow
Woodie to the sun-sun-sunny Californy sand.
Sing
they
sing the Dust Bowl Blues
&
everything's hunky-doria
hunky
hunky dunky-doria.
Everybody's
feet in everybody's face
you
know how that is
buried
head-over-heels in this land
got
stole from you & me.
Just
so you have the do-re-mi
brother.
Just
so you have the do-re-mi
sister.
Somewhere
grass grows
high
& sweet & sad
as
the voice of a blue-glass tenor.
Woody
says at church they say
stand
up stand up for Jesus
&
at the ball game
for
Christ sake
sit
down.
Woody
says what's God want
from
a Dust Bowl refugee
sleeping
under a railroad bridge
living
outside like a coyote.
Woody
says when Rose blows
her
nose on her toes
her
hose
shows.
The
left arm of America
tingles
more & more
a
limp heart-pressed limb.
Truth
is out there
coming
over the horizon with a bilious smirk.
Woody
says you can keep
tall
buildings where elevators run
too
straight up & too straight down.
Which
floor are you on
he
says.
Which
floor are you on.
Woody
says the sour & sweat
soaked
denim of my overhauls
they
was bound for glory
like
a straw boss of the pyramids.
They
never does go
quite
right in my head
he
says.
Something
goes out
goes
out the dark house.
Mind
your own business.
Mind
your own.
Your
own.
Ain't
got no home.
Blinking
once for yes
twice
for no.
No
home.
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