Summons - Field Report

Over the water outside of Mobile

Allowing the sunset to take her time

I’ve been putting off the knowing in a

Pink and orange haze while the

Oil rigs are feeding me lines

And the pines, straight and tall, fly past, looking out on a

Hundred mile barcode or prison bars

And I’m whispering the Lord’s prayer over

Every bridge I go across

Try to summon up the strength not to

Swerve into the cars

I’ll be coming home to you

Drunk hotel halogen bathroom mirror

Gonna conjure up the courage to call up a ghost

I’ve been picking at the cancer;

Smear it on my chest over my heart

Like a salve where it burns us the most

I’ll be coming home to you

Did you fall in love again while I’ve been away?

In my dreams I’m in another man’s clothes

I got all these friends in Durham but I never know their names

If I had to, I could probably make it home

I’ve been two weeks dry, in a bar every night

I’ve been pissing coffee, quinine and lime

And the fog’s been lifting;

I’m doing alright

I still can’t look nobody in the eye