I saw my twin
working in a Waffle House
The first birds of morning
cackled from the graveyard
In walked the entourage
big silver bus in the mountain
Her full hands leapt
like fleas on a dog
belonging without alternative
The waitress jumped over the table,
and begged “Can I take your picture?”
West Virginia, this is how it's done
You take the money, and you just run.
Try not to look at the look on the nun
in the corner booth
It invites nobody in
It's a great black hole of Providence.
Please take pity upon the heart that lives in me!
I have to turn away now, I can't stand
watching old ladies eat
The waitress gazes over our table-
Big Silver Bus is long gone
West Virginia, this is how it's done
(Sir, could you be a little more gentle?!)
Unprofitable servant!
Pennsylvania, this 6 A.M. cold sun
leaves me waiting on
the threat of Someone