Donna Martin: Listen
Coming Out Clean
(Donna Martin)
on a southbound train
all the way from buffalo to be
in the delta's mystery
on a cloudy night
crossing the rails you know
that they just might
cross the devil out of me
a voodoo man
a bag full of mojo in his hand
riding up ahead of me
heading home
to the soil that's in his bones
and the song that's calling me
son house calling out to his lover
deep and dark as a distant mother
there was no way around
and no in between
I was pulled into pure soul water
just like mississippi's daughter
jumping in with sin
and coming out clean
by the morning light
stretching out to the left and the right
all that land an endless sea
spirits rise
where the cotton fields grow wide
full of seed and history