hey joe, where you going with that cactus plant in your hand?
i am going to cincinnati to bury my head in the sand
i don’t think you are really going to cincinnati at all
i think you are going to indianapoiis to shop in its famous mall
why do you always torture me, and doubt my every word?
you know that i am not one of the common herd
i wake up every morning before the break of dawn
and before the wide word is astir i get my mojo on
i sit all day in jake’s cafe
and no one ever looks my way
but if they did they might be surprised
at the epics unscrolling behind my eyes
poor joe, locked in the arms of fleeting time
if hopeless dreaming was a crime
he would spend a thousand years in alcatraz
but carlsbad new mexico is all he has
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