Lyric Plaid Coat

Started out late

In my Dirty Plaid Coat

Watched my heel

lift the dead satin dress

from the ground

One day I touched it with my hands

and it scattered like scared birds

By 3a.m. they were pidgeons with drinking problems and bad luck

on God s front porch

where the wind

is dense with insects

where the wind

is dense with bugs

Made of coffee and guitars