With their souls of patent leather,
they come down the road.
Hunched and nocturnal,
Where they breathe they impose,
silence of dark rubber,
and fear of fine sand.
This is full of the imagery I associate with the late 40's & 50's - itinerent workers, and travelling salesmen, the "dustbowl" droughts, the way people were displaced by economics and natural disaster, the rise of rock & roll - & the prevalence of the blues.
January 11th, 2014
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