Coffee Cans

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I’d be off this salt ranch
if it weren’t for my two sticky hands,
scratching like a chicken
for them backyard coffee cans.

Papa, he never trusted suits
so what he left he buried beneath the roots.
Folgers tins all filled with loot,
with a spade,
I get paid.

Every time that I get an itch
for a drop of drink
or a cigarette,
I’m like a water witch with my dowsing stick,
a whistle pig getting rich
down in them tunnels
full of gold.

Years they pass,
I got nothing to show.
Crops don’t grow in a yard full of holes.
Just beer guts,
yellow teeth,
and dissatisfied souls.

Every night when I try to dream
my thoughts always turn
to that caffeine
It drove the old man to work the land,
day after day using his hands
to refill them coffee cans.

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from Bramble Patch Blues, released October 14, 2016

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