homesick blues

"it's all oak chapparall because it's on the east slopes..." around the other side of the tangle of traveler's joy i heard them boys (just like the ones you see all over town falling out of every crack) sitting out on the front porch drinkin' their beer and talking about ashland...

sigh. it's too soon.

i just went down there, and it was soo hard because it felt like i had never left and the whole thing of me bein' up here was just somekinda crazy dream and i'll be sitting on the number 10 rollin' through talent on my way to work tomorrow morning...

except it's not...and i ain't.

i don't know what it is but that place is like star thistle...you can cut it down over and over and over and over, and it comes right back. i don't know how long it will take to get it out of my system but i bet it'll be years. i thought of this all afternoon while pulling weeds.

you know, i've lived here for about 9 months now and don't know anyone i don't live or work with. so i got plenty of time to notice that everyone looks vaguely like someone i know...but they're not, and i don't...

hmmmmmm....