So I’m a hobo
riding the rails. On a freight
San Diego way
I share a boxcar
with Paris Hilton decked out
in shabby chic threads.
She eats my croissant.
I finish her German wine.
She’s bound for LA.
Me, San Francisco.
I’m teaching Paris to sing
“Just Like This Train” from
Joni’s Court and Spark.
We think we might both change plans
and continue north
up to Mount Shasta.
Paris wants to run a con
on the New Age types.
They still have money.
Paris says she can teach me
to keep a straight face.
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Mount Shasta
Lemurians and Mount Shasta
“Just Like This Train”
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