the blessings of night
ray heinrich
dreaming of home towns
near warm coasts
where they used to drill for oil
and it seems to be late morning
and i'm waiting at a crossing
while a switch engine makes up its mind
just where to put some tank cars
and the window is open
cause the air conditioner is broken
and i stare at a few flowers
small
yellow
just weeds on the roadside
and it's a little hot
but it's not too bad
and you're sitting next to me
on the bench seat of my old pickup
and i can feel you
soft
warm
as you lean against me
