Hurricane
I was sinking down somewhere
On the Rue Chartres
Trying to catch a place
To find my breath
You know, enlightenment & peace
And those kinds of things you find
In barrels of beer and devastating
Acts of God with ladies’ names
Check in, check in again
No friends are near
Outside it’s the storm and the rain
And the racket and the rage
And no amount of barricades
Are going to stop the USA from getting in here
December 2010 Derek Wilson