Kid ain’t wakin’ up,
and that lightnin’ ain’t quittin’,
and those drops keep fallin’.
Mississippi smells of earth and summer,
got that undercurrent decay.
And she’s lickin’ them tree-trunks like supper’s comin’.
Fade-in, raise the curtain, sunrise,
lightnin’ kissin’ my cheeks, ‘n thunder trailin’ after.
Come on, come on Tom, shake free that oak skin.
ain’t not fear worth stoppin’ for.
The swell, the wake,
taste her, Mississippi,
drink her, Mississippi.
Feel her wrap around,
can’t see shit.
Don’t matter.
Tie the rope,
Sink them feet into the mud.
Drag him there, need be,
the need be.
Ain’t gonna miss that wedding.
Walk on, march on.
Fade in.
