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a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
JANINE POMMY VEGA
The
Coal Bin Blues
Been hangin'
out in the coal bin,
got dust up in my
clothes,
Said I been messin'
round in the coal bin
got soot all up in
my clothes
Who cares about the mess
when my coal man
brings a full load?
Coal truck creakin'
and a whinin'
makes his slow way
up the hill
Said that rusty truck be grindin'
his old slow way
up my hill
Who cares how long he's climbin'?
At the top he fills the bill.
Coal man likes to start out spoonin'
like a viper on
parole
Say me and the coalman spoonin'
like two vipers on
parole
Next you know a cloud of coal dust
like a balm over my
soul
Those who say ole folks don't do it
don't be knowin' my friends or me
Them's that say ole
folks can't do it
ain't never seen my
friends and me
When my furnace needs a churnin'
only the coal man
satisfies me.
I been hangin'
out in the coal bin,
got that dust up
in my clothes,
Said I been messin'
round in the coal bin
dusty fingers dusty
toes
Who cares about the coal dust
when my coal man
brings a full load?
[Originally
published in NHS 2008, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs08/Janine_Pommy_Vega.htm.]