The Music Lover Ch. 12

Greenland is Melting.

And the waters ran from Greenville to Pocahontas, down through The Mill as it Leisurely made its way though the Copper Dock and Carlyle Jam and its Dam.

From there it was just a Breese to the Knotty Pines to get the Wig out.

At its furthest reaches, the waters flooded the Mississippi, Missouri, and Platte, drowning the Saints Charles and Louis the ville of Nash and the Junction of Grand.

Red fish blue fish, and 2720 Cherokees lay swollen in its banks

Not to mention the full moon at black diamond, red bar near collinstown, and the lotowatamie where the banks are absolutely stuffed.

And the dykes-- filled to the brim, and the glory holes stuffed near novaks and the buffets of Nepal.

The oysters, lay unmoving off broadway, near the old house of rock and the El Lenador, where the records have stopped their spinning.

But the railroad chugged on alone, eating its strewn earth in a witches brew, and these tunes blaring on the engineer's portable radio over the drone of the engine:

Song 1:

Got a blank space where my mind should be
Got a Clif Bar and some cold green tea
Got clouds that seem to follow me
Got strange demands piled up on me
Got memories, Got memories
Memories of being free

Song 2:

You decide what it contains
How long it goes
But this remains
The only rule is it begins
Happy happy oh my friend.

And this one, heard long ago, a different time and a different place, heard again, live, with new consciousness:

Then it comes together
Put your hand on me
And I feel you mama
made a blind man see
Been sleepwalking
an eternity
Whoa yes
I’m working on a new plan
Working on Sunday Morning
Working on being forgiven
For that soft (sic) livin
I’ve been steamrolling
Heading for a crash
Cruise controlling
Blowing right on past
Sleepwalking
Put your hand on me
I’m working on a new plan
Working on Sunday morning
Working on being forgiven
For that soft (sic) livin
And the lonely one's
Be'd happy to see
Do you hear them call your name
Carrying a heavy load
When the bullets that protect you
Come raining down on your own head
You’re feeling like you’re almost blind
Carrying a heavy load
Carrying a heavy load
Oh, no
Don’t cry mama
Gonna be ok
So sorry
That it went that way
Like a stray sheep