hey jack,
where'd you while
through
all yer crazy christmas's
on rushing boxcars
wind blown and drunk,
at mom's
clutchin a bottle of mad dog
with one or two
of your crazy haired friends
passin through florida,
in all the new yorks
and san franciscos
and all the in betweens
of this poor crying beat down
desolate railroad earth
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
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