Journey to Minneapolis

Sun bright misty morning

Coasting through the goods yards, yawning

Into long necked bottles,

Coffee cups. Blue smoke rings

Catching words like butterflies

In a precocious spring

You gave me bread and honey

But kept the key to your heart

Now I’m Fortune's refugee

Awake in the sleeping car

Heading West in contemplation

Of different paths to turn

And uncollected deliveries

Blisters without burns

Forging a fragile redemption

In open spaces and crazy places

Cutting from a twisted deck

With one eyed jacks and missing aces

Seeking no exemptions

At borders I must cross

Querying the bill

Always paying the cost

Wondering where I’ll build again

The barn that I just burnt

Sifting through the ashes

Managing the hurt

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