Justin Rutledge

Write a long letter to you, from a tree-lined avenue, and send it by the federal mail Make enough coffee for two, check for spelling mistakes when I'm through, and send it by the federal mail 'Cause all I do is think of you, dear, and all I do is wis

Another Shirley Temple, Another Caine and Able, There's nothing out the window, And nothing on the table. This life is like a sad list Strong across the Nation, If I miss you at the soundcheck, I'll see you at the station. There's a beast inside of m

when it's windy in the morning and your cloudy all day when the night arrives at last it just won't go away when you're eyes are sick with wonder and your heart is in a cast This too, shall pass. When the city turns to limp when you're waiting for a

Yellow bird, yellow moon You've arrived while the spring is out of tune River run, river slow From the Grand Coulee Dam to Jericho To the island where the wounded echoes go Over that horizon, past the streets of Evangeline There's a boy among the red

Look at a picture of you on a horse With a bridle your father bought On a trip to Vermont in the fall Autumn is staring you down red and brown By the mane of a dying elm And the look on your face says it all. Four lean hounds in a row Where in the wo