New poem:

So long– a cautionary tale (interpretation of Woody Guthrie's "Dusty old dust")

So long
so long
I’ve got to be drifting

The dust storm blew

It hit
like thunder

In the month called Gray
I walked down
to the grocery store
it was crowded

One pound of butter
for two pounds of gold

Kind friend, kind friend,
I’ve got to be drifting

I’ll sing it again
drifting along
so long, it’s been good
so long

The old dust storm
blowed

So black
so black

The telephone rang

And rang and rang
and rang and rang
and rang

Gary Lindorff