the clipper ship across your chest.
turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys.
they learned it all from the polaroids.
smells like autumn smells like leaves,
you don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
and then get left alone.
suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
and don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own.
time blends light, paint's all peeling, wait outside, take four rights.
the hotcha girls in the palisades
dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths.
glass eyes and the wooden teeth,
the engine's rusting in deep deep sleep, it waits.
the mail came from miles away, the postal man is always late,
and we wait and we wait.
tight lipped with a big ol mouth,
the government workers all headed south while it rained.
glassy eyes and wooden teeth, the engine rusted in deep deep sleep
it waits, and it waits, to awake.