Gettin' on that sad
overnight bus
300 mile round trip
to sad bygone Philadelphia,
see me in stark night
I'm outta sleep
and no words can
puncture the veiny lines
of heaven
we'll all go like the van's
in Kansas broken on that
last great trek--
and at least somebody
still thinks the old girl
made it in one piece &
always will,
I'll be rolling back come sundown
only bluest highway eatin' my time
It's like this--
before I hit home
before I come around
It's ended.
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