Thursday, May 22, 2008

Missoula Last Kiss Summer


Paintbrush comb the riverside

The coal fed banjo wire whines

Missoula Montana puppet show sky

unties candlewick trails

in prairie grass 

Drumstick telegraph poles

get bowling pinned to a pegged odometer

facing east

Goodyears hug each mile goodbye

on the last black double tracked tape ribbon

 

Oh brothers hear my brother play his song

here in the tavern 

here in the town

Grab your best girl grin

and your beer barrel paycheck

cross over the cobblestones

and sing with us

it's the final night

of the last kiss summer

Fiddle bow bass and kettle pot drum

dance us past the rusting trawlers

across the drawn drawbridge

over the dead Salmon Bay

and into the colorless morning sun.

 

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