Sometimes in a Magazine

sitting on the bench reading a book

and sometimes stopping to look

at the pictures in some New York magazine.

Never been there and hardly even read what it says,

but the art goes well with my coffee, or at least

that’s what you told me one time

I drink my coffee black

from a bottle of Mogen David

wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper.

Sitting here in a cross-town road in Nevada,

I like the whole “I’m from the big city” thing,

though pretty sure everybody knows I’m lying.

Greyhound is gonna take me away,

but I’m going back to Birmingham

not no yankee town.

The sign says Elko, but I don’t know,

 thinking about Led Zeppelin

and not being able to trust the signs

and about Bobby’s Lily

thinking about the law

come on greyhound, carry me away!