Love Letter #6.

Listened to you yesterday love. It's been too long between drinks.

Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracks

Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom, as it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires,

Hey man you know you're never coming back

Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills past the stacks

On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man

In a dusty black coat with a red right hand.