------------------Permafrost
Ron Whitehead Kentucky Blues I am a poor wayfaring stranger A wandring thru this vale of woe But there's no sickness, toil, or danger, In That bright land to which I go. I'm going there to see my mother, I'm going there no more to roam; I'm going over Jordan I'm only going over home
* from Kentucky he came to east Chicago railyard to work he was gone 14 hour days and at night after Gideon's Bible and The Cheapest Wine warmed body and soul sacred ceremony in ramshackle bedbugnewspaperwalledbeersign neon hotel within eyeshot of"the yard" not far to lumber on frigid mom
* early evening thru the night all night the wind whispers cries wails sings to her
38
