true story.

On near 75 years ago he did his morning chores,
Packed a bag and kicked up what I imagine was a cloud storm of dust
Down that long gravel drive. Straight for St Louis.
Farming wasn’t for me, he told anyone that would listen.
First job he found was being a bouncer at a house of ill repute.
Not long after when the sheen had worn, the story goes
A fella said, You should join the union.
Long days at the wheel, strong arms in the fight.
So he did.

Not long ago, it could have been this day
His granddaughter stood near the mouth of a
Murky wintertime henhouse clucking Woody Guthrie low.
Ancestors, generations, family I never had a chance to know
All move in a big, funny shaped circle.


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