I saw my twin working in a waffle house

The first birds of morning

Cackled from the graveyard
In walked the entourage
Big silver bus in the mountains
Her full hands leapt like fleas on a dog

Belonging without alternative
The waitress jumped over the table

And begged can I take your picture
West virginia this is how it's done

You take the money and you just run

Try not to look at the look
On the nun in the corner booth
It invites nobody in

It's a great black hole of providence

Please take pity upon the heart that lives in me
I have to turn away now
I can't stand watching old ladies eat
The waitress gazes over our table
Big silver bus is long gone
West virginia this is how it's done
Sir could you be a little more gentle
Unprofitable servant

Pennsylvania the 6am cold sun

Leaves me waiting on the thread of someone

The thread of someone