Jerked
awake
by
one of those strange
nervous
system malfunctions
that
jolts my entire body
like
a violent whiplash
thin
coating of sweat
layered
on my skin
like
butter on a bread loaf
hot
from the oven
bad
dream
clinging
to the edge
of
remembrance
but
losing it’s grip
the
air still and heavy
with
ozone
and a
hint of magnolia
Sheet
lightening
off
to the east
smell
of rain
in
the distance
clickity-clacking
it’s
way through Danville
on
it’s way to Richmond
Tired
to the bone
but
wide awake now
mind
starts wandering
to
places
I
don’t want it to go
doesn’t
change anything
or
make life any easier
doesn’t
bring anybody…back
Switch
on the bedside lamp
get
that gritty wordsmith
Tom
Waits singing
Nighthawks
at the Diner
turned
down low
pick
up the Ace Atkins book
I
bought at the Goodwill Store
for
three dollars
called
“Dirty South”
and
try to get myself
…lost…in New Orleans
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