Scott Thomas Lowe POETRY

"Kentuckiana"

Kentuckiana
that old Ohio river line
where you wore my old bandana
and shared my pot and ripple wine
On the river down by Clarksville
and in the knobs at old Mill town
Kentuckiana
I think that soon I'll be comin' down
I live in the desert
it's hot and dry and windy here
I've lived here so long
that in my mind it's gettin' clear
Kentuckiana
Any luck at all and I"ll soon be there
It's risky on the border
where whiskey sells on dry Sundays
Uncle Don was a runner
He laughed and said "At least it pays
Kentuckiana
I'll be comin' home one of these days
The Ohio's muddy and they say it's a mile across
My daddy swam it once
to show that river who was boss
I wish I was there
with all the ferns and rocks and moss
Kentuckiana
No you won't find it on a map
It still exists
you know that map's a bunch of crap
I wish I was on the river
with my baby on my lap


Scott Thomas Lowe, June 8, 2003
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