
Breaking Ground
Somewhere just-past-halfway
through the Carolina Pee Dee
Angel Oaks start fading
to forever-and-evergreen
passing hookers dragging menthols
on the Florence Amtrak yard
old headaches fade to afterthought
after bettin’ on a little dream
Now I’m pleading to my Holy Mother and I grovel to my Fallen Father
And I’m chanting to my new fa-vo-rite sa-vi-or of the week
The ante is up and I’ve emptied my cup
As a groggy sun forces a good morning peek
Now I’m crying on the screaming tracks that I’m hearing
Tottering between There and Here
I’m spying on the Teeming Coast through a clearing
Now the coast is finally close to clear
Baybee, this train’s gunnin’ right for Penn Station
Baybee, this beatnik is Big-City-bound
Maybe our dreams have the same destination
Baybee, I’m still barely breaking ground
Rainclouding and growling loudly over Richmond
Swollen and snarling and steaming at the seams
Father Time is still ticking but he’s tocking in Gibberish
Mother Earth watercolors with her Piney Wood Memories
Now I’m crying on the screaming tracks that I’m hearing
Tottering between There and Here
I’m spying on the Teeming Coast through a clearing
Now the coast is finally close to clear
Baybee, this train’s gunnin’ right for Penn Station
Baybee, this beatnik is Big-City-bound
Maybe our dreams have the same destination
Baybee, I’m still barely breaking ground
Magic beads for my frantic fingers
Manic thoughts on my frenzied beads
I’m Crossing and crossing, I’m apple McSaucing
On needles and pins in my varicose knees
Jesus, I’m pushing, I’m burning I’m blushin’
Oh-blah-dee-fuckin-dah
I’m self-help-bookin, I’m top-shelf-yookin’
for that Kool-aid kumbaya
PG-13 sci-fi lurking
I’m a zombie on the prowl
Holdin’ my hair piece, come push in my chair, please
Can I buy a vowel?
[Insert nasty harp solo]
Roundabout DC, careening toward Baltimore
Sleepy sunset smolders softly somewhere to my left
Mother nature smears her greens back into browns
Fallen Father Time finally takes His final rest
And I’m crying on the screaming tracks that I’m hearing
Tottering between There and Here
Now I’m spying on the Teeming Coast through a clearing
Now the coast is finally close to clear
Baybee, this train’s gunnin’ right for Penn Station
Baybee, this beatnik is Big-City-bound
Maybe our dreams have the same destination
Baybee, I’m still barely breaking ground