| Tom Waits: | She drove a big ol’ Lincoln with suicide doors and a sewing machine in the back |
| Ken Nordine: | Thousand bing bangs near the end. Nothing’s ever what it was |
| Tom Waits: | And a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg was mounted up front on the hood |
| Ken Nordine: | Had myself a kind of brainstorm. Took a table spoon of buzz |
| Tom Waits: | And she had a tattoo gun that she’d made herself from a cassette motor and a guitar string |
| Ken Nordine: | X-ray eyes can see right through me. Naked thought, put on your clothes |
| Tom Waits: | And she always had leaves in her hair |
| Ken Nordine: | You hear that funny laughing? Just the caw of ancient crows |
| Tom Waits: | And she cut two holes in the back of her dress, cause she had these scapular wings |
| Ken Nordine: | Somewhere near the raveled edges, by the pool of Think-a-Bit |
| Tom Waits: | And they were covered with feathers and electrical tape, and when she got good and drunk she would sing |
| Ken Nordine: | Once again the notion hits me: Half is quite a bit of wit |
| Tom Waits: | About Elkhart, Indiana, where the wind is tall and folks mind their own business |
| Ken Nordine: | Power up that upper story. Ten percent is all you use |
| Tom Waits: | And she had a hundred old baseballs that she’d taken from kids, and she collected bones of all kinds |
| Ken Nordine: | Take a flight of simple fancy. You’re the one who has to choose |
| Tom Waits: | And she lived in a trailer under the bridge, and she made her own whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids |
| Ken Nordine: | Okay. All right for you. Look into the tiger’s eye |
| Tom Waits: | And she’d been struck by lightning seven or eight times, and she hated the mention of rain |
| Ken Nordine: | See if you can see the desert. Pour a drink, my throat is dry |
| Tom Waits: | And she made up her own language and she wore rubber boots. She could fix anything with string |
| Ken Nordine: | Poetry ain’t gonna catch me. Climb up this high plateau |
| Tom Waits: | And her lips were like cherries, and she was stronger than any man, and she smelled like nutmeg and piss |
| Ken Nordine: | Finish up what you were thinking, just a day or so ago |
| Tom Waits: | And she put mud on a bee sting I got at the crick, and she gave me my very first kiss |
| Ken Nordine: | Illustrate for visionaries: Go buy a doodle pad.
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