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Raging through the Heartland
in a cream colored Cadillac,
I saw the light’s ray
illuminate the dust from my dashboard.
Running through Springsteen, Nebraska,
I lost my innocence
somewhere between
Route 85 and 95.
I meet a dirt poor farmer there
who told me
what he thought the truth was
and that Jesus lived in Boise, Idaho.
Dylan saw it all
from the back of a Buick 6.
But, I didn’t have much to say-
the Heartland just raged before me.
The seamless highway stood before my eyes-
lighting its way.
Old, brown row houses
and mansions full of gold
stood close together
fulfilling their missions
on the pale, cold journey .
JBS