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Jordan Green
Gulf Coast Levitation
I go gladly into the night
into its twilight heart
Torn apart as it is
Here come the backaches
freight train airbrakes
silent thunder earthquakes
the nicotine shakes
milk crates-- allasudden
home again
hustled through southern jails
a telemarketing job,
lying low
lustrous gulf coast
hot air barbecue roast
spit in the ocean
in a Gulf Coast state of levitation
and doldrum-wrecked circumstance,
making $money and saving $money,
walking the tightrope, staying home at night
saving up cash for a quick flash on cheap trash,
neon lights, fast cars, waiting for a Greyhound bus rolling
towards the Crescent City, waiting for Mardi
Gras when the parades go down Rampart St. and the city is soaked
in beer and blood and violence
until then, putting in my hours at a telemarketing job,
being polite to the boss, smiling at the ladies,
working, working, working
punch in and punch out
keep punching,
keep running, running, running
keep putting in hour and hours and hours
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