I Am a Town (PCM Stereo)

Im a town in
Carolina,
Im a detour on a ride
For a phone call and a soda,
Im a blur from the drivers side
Im the last gas for an hour if youre 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
Im the language of the natives ,
Im a cadence and a drawl
Im the pines behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade
Where the 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
Im 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
Im a town in
Carolina,
I am billboards in the fields
Im an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels
I am Pabst
Blue Ribbon,
American, and
Southern Serves the
SouthI am tucked behind the
Jaycees sign, on the rural route
I am a town ,
I am a town,
I am a town, southbound