Using my blog to try and make the world a better place. If I can help someone forget their troubles for a few minutes a day, it's all worth it.

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):
I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream of warm impermanent sand. So the days flow through my eyes but still the days seem the same. And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Good morning, America. How are you?

Riding on The City Of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail. Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, three conducters and twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out at Kankanee, rolls along past houses, farms and fields. Passin' trains that have no names, freight yards full of old black men, and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Good morning America, how are you? Don't you know me, I'm your native son. I'm the train they call The City Of New Orleans. I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

2 comments:

Sunnydaze said...

Great song.

joe said...

It's always been a fave of mine

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