Monday, September 6, 2010

Labor Day Blues

The wallet is empty.
It rains, it shines, it rains again.
Where do all these used cell phones go.
Hunk of silicon and transisters in my pocket which I don't even need.
My great-grandfather had a model T but never learned how to drive it.
My grandmother didn't believe men went to the moon.
She kept onions and potatoes in the barn and milked the cow everyday.
They had a party line until the late 1970's.
I used to talk to everybody down the dirt road.
It's that crazy-kid again listening.
The one with the typewriter.

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