I Am A Town

I'm a town in Carolina,
I'm a detour on a ride
For a phone call and a soda,
I'm a blur from the driver's side
I'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five
I am Texaco and tobacco,
I am dust you leave behind
I am peaches in September,
and corn from a roadside stall

I'm the language of the natives,

I'm a cadence and a drawl boys have left their beer cans

I am ****s between the graves.

My porches sag and lean with old black men and children

Their sleep is filled with dreams,

I never can fulfill them I am a town.

I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
I'm a Baptist like my daddy,
and Jesus knows my name
I am memory and stillness,
I am lonely in old age;
I am not your destination
I am clinging to my ways I am a town.

I'm a town in Carolina,
I am billboards in the fields
I'm an old truck up on cinder blocks,missing all my wheels
I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and ＂Southern Serves the South＂
I am tucked behind the Jaycees sign,
on the rural route I am a town

I am a town I am a town Southbound.