North Country Come Down


contemplatin

these dusty words

spillin out

my ears…

here, trapped in some whitebread bus depot,

the jailer swallowed the key

uncertain of any escape


positively no exit

no inventory

nothin packed,

only holdin on

this firm straight ahead direction

abandoned up here

skeptical that it's over

yet forlorn it’s still goin on,

so a soul must bear witness to its own transformation

yes friends of the north,

you have much to cultivate,

bareshirted, ponytailed, and weatherstrong,

freedom torches you carry

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

yep now’s the time all right,

bebop there

baba here!

Springfield, ILL