so i was dancing naked to CCR
dreaming of the south
or what i imagine it to be:
coffee and corn whiskey on a weathered front porch
drawlin' 'bout the city and price hikes
and politics no better understood than
how your grandpappy fixed a truck
anxious for cars to kick up the dust
on the roads least traveled
most charmed by boyhood and haste.
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