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November 22 Calling Home Late at night, Patti and me
At Waffle House sometime around three
Behind us two young kids
Weathered, worn and on the skids
One talks on a cell phone
Plugged in behind the jukebox
Needing help from Denver, calling home
Just boys calling home, eighteen and sixteen
Telling us their story about where they've been
A cold rainy Kentucky night in November
A night I'll always remember
We and the tatooed cook
Saw the terrified look
We didn't try to should
Only one big love and a little good
Into the back of her pick-up
The wayward boys jumped
We dropped them at the on ramp
Gave a twenty dollar bill to each
Prayed then blessed their feet
That Denver they would reach
Trinity Keller written November 2006 |
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