A Long Way to Heaven, A Short Way to Hell

For Uncle Tupelo

LIQUOR & GUNS,

the sign says

quite plainly,

a ghost glow

in the blind night.

Your shitbox Oldsmobile,

not old enough

to be classic,

roots down

rain-slick

roads to nowhere

cuz there’s nowhere

to go. To be 21

in southern Illinois

requires cheap whiskey,

Black Flag guitar bristles,

& steel guitar balms.

You’ll discover LPs

of Appalachian

lonesome ballads

at the local library

& steal ’em.

You gotta steal

what you can

to get the fuck outta

here.

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