Sean Russell Cooper

Monday in Memphis.
Is anyone going my way?
Any way will do.

Fifty bucks or a hundred miles
Burger backseat baby,
will take me to Tuesday

Laid up in Lubbock
Texas two step with Bobby and Ray.
Hey, I missed Bourbon,
and I really needed hoodoo, voodoo
for you know who.

Friday in Santa Fay.
Dust in my jeans,
but I can still shake my ass
for love in a glass.

Diesel Dyke in Denver
with a pocketful of Picasso
I'm damn tired of heat, I'm
going to my mama's sea.
Sure I'll call, just go to sleep.
Her wallet will get me to Frisco.

(Nobody calls it that except tourists.
Stan tells me as I trip in his van.
Two days of decayed Dick and
Deadheads)

Another Monday in a free clinic (clean!!!!)
as the bridge spans out behind me.
Condoms and pamphlets and pap smears
Oh my!

This city is rotten.
It smells of fecund flowers
in unwashed hair.

So,
Friday on the Angel's wing,
Billboards and boys in Cher masks.
Is anyone going my way?