Ghost of the Old Road

I’m the loose change rat In a penny arcade.

Ghost of the Old Road

I’ve got a pocket full of dark
and a face full of smile.
Living in the shadows is
where I learned my style.

I can turn you on to happy
and shoot you with my blue.
I might fill you up with crazy
or kneel you in my pew.

I’m the riffraff castoff’s
random resting place.
I’m the wind blown leaves
filling nothing space.

I’m the back lot bull’s eye.
I’m the yard sale chair.
Don’t try to size me up.
There’s nothing to compare.

I’m the boogle woogle
brought from Piney Woods.
and the slab of plywood,
for dusting up the hoods.

We all need the juice jangle.
I’m what gets it paid.
I’m the loose change rat
In a penny arcade.

My shoes are gettin’ itchy.
The desert’d crying moon.
The ghost of the old road
is dancing up a tune.