Friday, July 15, 2011

Gentleman of the Rails

Old pappy tree, old willow,
it makes me feel small.

You got to get wise,
you got to get a saint,
you got to say amen.
And give me my god damned medal.

I'm devout or devoted,
I'm on my knees more days than nights,
that counts.
It all counts.

Tally my marks and open the sky.

If you are looking to be legendary,
you are anything but a legend.