Kicking the Can

Ten thousand homes here got nothing to say.

Kicking the Can

Sitting at Dunkin’ at three in the morning 
the roadside blues made a meal of me.
I didn’t  stop for doughnuts and coffee
Thank for the parking hospitality. 

I think ill go back to my shack in Mississippi
There’s a can there I like to kick around.
Go back and sleep on the porch all day
when its too damn hot in town.

I was sitting in the sand at Redondo Beach.
Ten  thousand homes here got nothing to say.
Spend some time with this small peace of mind.
and the winds of Santa Monica Bay.

I think ill go back to my shack in Mississippi.
There’s a can there I like to kick around.
Go back and sleep on the porch all day.
when its too damn hot in town.

I met a girl when I was back in Boston.
I liked her but I could get things out of my mind.
Last I saw her on  the corner at Commonwealth .
I up and left that Boston behind.

I think ill go back to my shack in Mississippi
There’s a can there I like to kick around.
Go back and sleep on the porch all day.
when its too damn hot in town.