• Day 3/4, thru the Appalacians, and in the Great Smokies
• 1.
• two troubadours traveling
• tirelessly hourlessly
• 2.
• Shawnee Springs
• from Paw Paw,
• Burnt Church Road,
• you're really picking
• my flowers,
• you're plucking my petals
• like God was beating the dust
• out of his Persian rug,
• He rippled the ground
• 
  
• 3.
• Leg shakin lonely blues
• bare run nicked
• sunrise skinny dippin,
• trissles sun ladle kisses.
• 4.
• Widow's Creek,
• a thousand little fists
• all bursting on the dash,
• ab som lom, slolom
• mountain pass Baptists,
• we were taught better
• than these thoughts
• on the fly buzz
• 5.
• The universe smiles at us
• like an old woman,
• and I am smiling back.
• 6.
• Don't forget your gypsy trinkets,
• bean fried bucket sense
• in grilled potatoes,
• potluck marshmallow
• candied yam mustachio,
• perhaps we go,
• maybe then we stay
• but we never go away
• from here