PSYCHEDELLIC BUS TRIP by Jeff Callaway (Texas Outlaw Poet)

and then
there was this
one time
on this particular night
when i was tripping out
right
about flipping out
in a fright
when i was freight
on this Greyhound bus
coming home
late
from Tennessee
surrounded
by so many amazing
strange things
like psycho funhouse beauty queens
with destinations unknown like dreams
who were eating cherry sours and Boston baked beans
wearing thick glasses
and reading teen magazines
but it was like i was in a bad dream
except for their hot little asses
and i was on acid
bouncing up and down spastic
it was really beginning to kick in
and then
while they were listening to Edie Brickell
my mind it sort of fell
to some hell
and
i was kind of tweaking
man
i was really peaking
on four hits of Grateful Dead
and i smoked so much pot at the last bus stop
the sirens in my head were hallucinating cops
but
it was the psychedelic bus trip from Memphis, Tennessee
when Elvis reached down from heaven and saved me
and then he
got me home with the click of his heels
and he asked me
if i had any booze, grass or pills
and so i rolled a fat spliff
and he took two big hits
then we dropped two more hits
to continue our trip
but
it was the psychedelic bus trip from Memphis, Tennessee
when Elvis reached down from heaven and saved me
and then he
put a ten-strip
between his tongue and his lip
he had a jug of Real Sangria
and he gave me a sip
he had on blue suede shoes
and he kept shaking his hips
covered in jewels
a curl in his lip
when
he passed
me the joint
he said
hey son its yo hit
and
it was the psychedelic bus trip from Memphis, Tennessee
when Elvis reached down from heaven and saved me
and then he
left the building…

COPYRIGHT © 1997 JEFF CALLAWAY

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