North Country Come Down

contemplatin,

these dusty words 

spillin out

my ears…

here, trapped in some whitebread bus depot,

local jailer swallowed the key

me uncertain of any escape

positively no exit

no inventory

nothin packed,

only holdin onto some 

unsteady yet straight ahead direction

abandoned up here

skeptical that it's over

yet forlorn it’s still goin on,

a soul must bear witness to its own transformation

yes friends of the north

you have much to cultivate,

bareshirted, ponytailed, and so weatherstrong,

freedom torches you oughta be carrying

illuminating the roof of America!

so now maybe it’s time

to come’on down 

and meet the rest of us,

maybe we could all use the workout,

and anytime’s good

but now’s the time,

bebop there

baba here!

Springfield, ILL