in a voice only a few ever heard (Ode to Hank Williams, Sr.)

there's a blue bird

somewhere

in the hazed out

proximity

there's shots of H and

shots of Kentucky whiskey

a-waitin' in the trailer

if the radio show comes off

take off your brassiere and

I'll take off my cowboy shirt & hat

put some spit down on it

and then we'll sing again