Touching Down in Charlotte

Touching down in Charlotte,

but how should I know which one?

North Carolina, West Virginia,

a runway on the run.

Just another stopover

on this journey to the sun.

Listening to Jackson Browne,

my phone is hidden

from watchful eye.

This morning me and Jackson

are both running—

“Late for the Sky.”

I got to get from here to there,

no time to wonder why.

Every “bless my soul” is there

and churches by the score.

They look commercially polished

like a fast-food junkie store.

Since the dealer on the corner

leaves them wanting

something more.

The roadway is full of salesmen,

all selling what they know.

All the brands

and chains are found,

a special logo each to show.

I keep wondering

where’s the drive-through—

can I get some salvation to go?

Taking off for Dallas,

all stowed away and carried on.

The clouds won’t part without us

and by then I should be gone.

Through the clouds I see the airport

and this lifestyle,

dawn to dawn.

Touching down in Dallas