Driving away

<br>the man in the starry tie<br>led me talking backwards<br>across the waving chips<br>i spoke fantastic, like a prophet<br>like a piece of blood<br>where no doors are<br><br>and weary now i set upon the good year<br>and the wrench<br>wrenching out of me every <br>ready of light <br>that i might get it right<br>and walk away<br>into the metro sunset<br>the golden metro may<br><br>and now across the plains<br>take your child<br>the highway sign, banana trees,<br>windows parted and hoping<br>see the flat faced delicatessen<br>sweeping up the afternoon<br>pick up little pieces of meetings<br>and on your way<br>here is the donut shop<br>here is the early morning light<br>where i would drool in chlorine<br>yes here is the early early mornings i spent training<br><br>and here is the highway<br>chasing `j`s` out on his empty skin<br>looking for license plates<br>and liquor stores<br>over there is new mexico<br>and down there is corpus<br>you can find my mother and me wrapped up in a warm<br>scotch on the rocks<br>the numbing ice of each others eyes<br>looking just like now<br>for relief<br><br>there is no direction but past<br>every thing else is passive<br>but if you would seek me<br>seek me there<br>in a field <br>or a gas station<br>in my american mothers arms<br>before she is too medicated<br>to remember <br>how to say my name<br><br>say it gently, just once more<br>for me mother<br>with the sounds of trucks and distant trains<br>with the gold sticks <br>and the burnt skin of prayer<br>bathe me once again <br>in hot oil<br>silence and long, long days<br>car keys and dash board lights<br>bears in the garbage<br>that sweet honeycomb<br>of memory<br>don`t weave the web too tight<br>don`t catch me tonight<br>speak to me in cool lines<br>the steering wheels turning<br>where ever we go<br>dinner approaches<br><br>the fire light<br>of high beam and lipstick<br>laughing the red midwest<br>her curled curtains<br>wild and a strand of me stuck in her mouth<br>wet always an outsider<br>to the cities i create<br><br>the entire east comes upon me and i<br>reeling in stars<br>grip the wheel<br>a good girl, really<br>just don`t know how to stop<br>this thing