New Dress
It was a new day
- at the edge of town
I pulled up to the sign by the
light of the rising sun
And with a new brush
and some old paint
I lowered the population here
by one

I’m painting my new dress red
As dark as the color of blood in
the pale moonlight
My new dress is red tonight

I’d painted myself into a corner
There was nowhere to go in
that town of brown & grey
Now I’m sketching my horizon
It’s wide and it’s straight and it
never fades away


It’s a still night –in a still life
I’m cleaning my brushes in a
bucket of kerosene
It’s a new day –in a new town
A match in the bucket and I
have my slate wiped clean