Bramble Patch Blues

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Spend my mornings
in a bramble patch

Sun and the world’s weight
hot and heavy on my back

Picking berries and pulling weeds
for minimum wage in cash

And every time I get pricked with that rasp,
I realize there’s work left to do

So much so that by noon,
them little lines of blood,
they’ve been drawing up the pictures of my thoughts
They’ve got art scrawled
all up and down my arms
They run just like sweat and red chalk

One looks like the Son of God,
Another’s in the shape of a guitar.
Biggest one, it’s a woman with child

I’m not sure what it all means,
but I’d like to think I believe
that
somewhere, something, or someone
is waiting for me

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from Bramble Patch Blues, released October 14, 2016

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