the insides of airplanes ‘n’ old folks homes
always smell weird.
when we were ten and eight, got taken to see grandmom
in a place called new spring,
but everybody knew
the winter wind blew right through that place and everybody in it.
still i ain’t sayin
nothin against it…
they had a piano player,
he sang some german crap called lily marlane;
we went runnin down the hall after the sound of it.
(but we ran)
wasn’t nobody gettin off that flight
peelin toward the music
fast as we can.