Mona tried to tell me/ To stay away from the train line./ She said that all the railroad men/ Just drink up your blood like wine./ An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,/ But then again, there's only one I've met/ An' he just smoked my eyelids/ An' punched my cigarette."

Bob Dylan, Stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.
art by Camille Rose García