Justin's Old Guitar ('92)

An African plain rolls out of your head this time are you
sane and are you Fred or Jesse James and can you
ventura-guess at that body ol' crow were you scared
as you left or was it right for you to go drums that'll
talk can tell you tales of rivers flowing and of men who
try to find themselves in simple acts of going and they
wrap their lives in boxes and they shame at those
they've killed and smile at times when they were rats
and the bowl blown through was spilled but there's more
to it than just this symbol precious symbol that it be and
you can touch it as it flowers red the seal the wax the
tree and a fish can dart away from the patchwork
quilted hull which bounces gurgles off the shingles breaks
the gorgeous lull and you can tell me of your father's
words you heard that tree grew tall and here and now
I play your old guitar.