The Midnight Special Well, you wake up in the mornin’, you hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table to see the same old thing Ain’t no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the manContinue reading “Shine a everlovin’ light on me…”
Another work week conquered. Barely.
“I try to be good,” he said. His droopy eyes were almost closed, and I decided to leave him there for the night. The sky was wide and bruised with stars, and a cool breeze was curling its tail around the porch. I would bring him a blanket and a pillow for his head; he wasContinue reading “Temper”