GO WEST YOUNG MAN
The future looms brightly up ahead,
As I wait for the rest of the country
To pass by on the way to L.A.
A new job, new life,
A house, some kids, maybe a wife.
Three nights on a bus seat
And all the pride you can swallow
For only $97.50,
But only a third of a fifth
Left in my empty briefcase.
I sit and stare at the blank pages
Of my daily journal
Which began on January first.
Slept all the way through Nebraska,
And woke to the sound of empty bottle,
Roll rolling back and forth,
With my mind full of thoughts,
Like the toilet in the back
That doesn't flush.
copyright 1974
by the Dirtballs
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As I wait for the rest of the country
To pass by on the way to L.A.
A new job, new life,
A house, some kids, maybe a wife.
Three nights on a bus seat
And all the pride you can swallow
For only $97.50,
But only a third of a fifth
Left in my empty briefcase.
I sit and stare at the blank pages
Of my daily journal
Which began on January first.
Slept all the way through Nebraska,
And woke to the sound of empty bottle,
Roll rolling back and forth,
With my mind full of thoughts,
Like the toilet in the back
That doesn't flush.
copyright 1974
by the Dirtballs
BACK TO READING ROOM