Mockingbird

Well, I should be in Crystal City, with HR drinking coffee
Down at Bee’s Golden Bull, absorbing what he offers me
Clinging fast to every word, a scripture for life in immortals terms
A shout able story, spoken in very soft tones
That’s alright now Momma, it’s just the miles I swear
Please don’t stop your letters and your prayers
That’s alright now Momma, don’t you cry for me
I’m that mockingbird who is singing in your tree
Well I remember the words that Toby said, when we visited the spot where they lay Joel to rest
Out in the rocks and dirt of that brown cemetery
He said, I’ve dealt with droughts since my very first breath and I’ll be damned if I’ll do it in death
When I die I wanna be buried where the grass is green
That’s alright now Momma, it’s just the miles I swear
Please don’t stop your letters and your prayers
That’s alright now Momma, don’t you cry for me
I’m that mockingbird who is singing in your tree
God Bless me Mary Guadalupe, from your bath-tub shrine
It’s been so long since my last confession, I don’t know if we’ve time
Maybe if I drive by each day and shout five confessions as I pass each way
In thirty years or so maybe we’ll be catching up
That’s alright now Momma, it’s just the miles I swear
I am living off of your letters and your prayers
Don’t you toss and turn while napping, your boy’s out here trying to make it happen
I just get a little worried sometimes over bigger things
That’s alright now Momma, don’t you weep for me
I’m that mockingbird who is singing in your tree
Well, I should be in Crystal City