Yesterday's Devil

I ain't going there

Neither should you

Nothing good

Will come of it

Just sadness and tears

Yesterday's devil

Lurks in the trees

Shielded from the sunlight

We both definitely need

Leave that devil behind

Guarding the baggage

Left at his feet

 

The Joint

Pot holed parking lot

Mostly pick ups

Big rigs at the back

Neon Bud Lite

Buzzing in the night

Through the squeaky front door

Low light from a wagon wheel
Hung on the smoke

Sawdust on the floor
Old wooden bar
Decorated with bottle rings
Crude carvings aged by decades
Two stools sat grizzled locals
Nursing beer and conversation
Been running freight lanes
For weeks at a time
But at the end of it all
The circle stops here
And the cherry lipped blonde
Singing sad country songs
On the tired wooden stage