Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Tom Waits



i dreamed last night that Tom Waits invited me over..

his wife was very nice and brought us coffee.
we sat in the hallway of his barn and talked about the view,
the back view was pasture and you could see a large wooden porch way out there..
he said it was Bob Dylan's porch.."A real eye soar!", he growled..
he asked me about living in Mississippi,
about Faulkner's grave,
said he had been there once a few years ago..
the view out the front of the barn was strange,
off in the distance you could see a highway,
it looked like an eight lane huge busy interstate..
it winded it's way through the pastoral hills,
ruining the beautiful..
Tom looked perplexed at this, "eye soar!" he growled,
dreams are so odd..
there was a cool breeze in the hallway of the barn,
he wore black with a blue pin on his lapel,
it read,
"Pescajumba"...

wkm
Nashville

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