Greg Brown

I think Ill drive out to Eugene, get a slide-in camper for
My truck, pack a bamboo rod, hip boots, a book of flies from
A Missoula pawn shop, rub mink oil into the cracked leather,
Wonder about the old guy who tied these trout chew flies.
They work good. Take along my Gibson JF45 made by women
During World War II, coffee stained stack of maps, a little
Propane stove, a pile of old quilts, a can opener, kipper
Snacks, smoked oysters, gun powder tea, a copper teapot, and
A good sharp knife.
Sometimes you have to go - look for your life.
Ill park by some rivers, cook up some rice and beans, read
Ferlinghetti out loud, talk to the moon tell, her all my
Life tales, shes heard them many times. Ill make up some
New juicier parts, drink cold whiskey from a tin cup, sit in
A lawn chair and fiddle with my memories, close my eyes and
See. Sometimes you gotta go not look for nothin.
The Northwest is good, once you get off I-5 and wander up
And down the Willamette dammit, on the back back roads. I
Know a few people whod let me park in their drive, plug in
For a night or two, stay up late, and talk about these crazy
Times - the blandification of our whole situation. And then
Back to the woods. A dog is bound to find me sooner or
Later. Sometimes you gotta not look too hard - just let the
Dog find you.
Then head south and east, maybe through Nevada, the
Moonscape of Utah. Stay in some weird campground where
Rodney and Marge keep an eye on things. Everybodys got a
Story, everybodys got a family, and a lot of them have
RVs. Im on my way to the Ozarks, to the White River and
The Kern. Those small mouth are great on a fly rod. And
Theyre not all finicky like trout. Trout are English and
Bass are Polish. And if I wasnt born in Central Europe I
Should have been. Maybe its not too late. Sometimes you
Have to dream deep to find your real life at all.
I might go on over through Memphis. I played a wedding at
The Peabody Hotel once twenty odd years ago, and everybody
Danced. Usually they just set there and stare. A few at
Least sway. The roads are stupid crowded everywhere. Kids
Coming along are used to it - all wired up and ready, or
Wireless I guess, and even readier. World peace is surely on
The horizon, once us old fuckers die. Ill do my part, but
First I wanna to go across Tennessee into North Carolina.
Fish some of those little mountain streams, catch some brook
Trout which are Gods reminder that creation is a good idea.
The world weve made scares the hell out of me. Theres
Still a little bit of heaven in there and I wanna show it
Due respect. This looks like a good spot up here. You can
Try me on the cell, but most places I wanna be it doesnt
Work. Sometimes you got to listen hard to the sounds old
Mother Earth still makes - all on her own
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