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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.]