one blue letter


the furious sound of steel guitar
  sliding along a lonesome Virginian highway
    en route to the pining country of 1932

resonates amongst the chicken and chitlins
  but ten gallons of corn liquor poured from that white hat
    fail to irrigate the dust bowl

on black nights in the bible belt
  mice and mensches kneel at prayer
    hiding from the lonely hunter

only the mailman has guaranteed income
  knocking at the door to my heart just once
    with his parcel of chauffeur driven blues



Julian Isaacs



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