Vandalia Road

a beaten path which leads to a place time forgot this old dusty road lined with trees on either side taking me back to the only place i've ever truly felt at home surrounded by social misfits mother goose, the orphans, the girls and their pimp dilapidated houses bought out by the government encircling a culdesac somewhere out in the field of tall grass lies a set of obsolete railroad tracks beyond that a treeline which comes to life with sound cicadas, crickets, bullfrogs, katydids the roar of the muddy flat bringing the bass fireflies providing the accompanying lightshow mother goose preps dinner for the invisible people the orphans laughing as they chase the lightshow the girls filing out single file behind their pimp and i sit swaying on a porch swing a sweaty ice cold glass of vodka in one hand a smoldering cigarette in the other here, there are no bills, no rules no one to tell you "no" here, a place that time forgot i welcome you to come stay with me on vandalia road