Jimmies Chicken Shack The Only Answer
By Mike Doughty of Soul Coughing
upon the rails
among the weeds
i had a moment of
serenity
i saw you stand
in all the green
upon the rusting rail
balancing
you were
the only answer
my plans
spun all around you
five years in the wrong, i am assured
my name to you is just another word
and in your bed
in morristown
you had magazines
thrown around
from under them
the phone it rang
and in the margin there
you wrote the number down
