Eastern Birds

Blue ship sail me
Lost in the slipper of the night
Full steam daily
Puffing like a fisherman's pipe

Walking up the main streets
Smiling, seeing things
Far away a season is zipping up

Green lights changing
Cold Appalachian towns
Dead strings breaking
A snowstorm is going to come down

Walking out of clubs, lame
Bound to the earth again
A parliament of ravens too drunk to fly

The Massachusetts Turnpike
Puritan, stock and still
Headed for the heart of the Sunday night