The Density Of Thunder

the thunder's rolling in close and it's beginning to rain, Jesse James has heisted his last bank and robbed his last train - you, sit by the tracks and look for his return out of the past and into the future, finding yourself, is what you most yearn - why did he remove his guns and lay them aside that lonely way, why did he turn his back on the dirty-little coward, that fateful day - perhaps he, like you, got tired of the fight, the running, the hiding, the pretension... the weight. lacking not an ounce of courage, nor in despair, he simply, it seems, decided to embrace his unavoidable fate - the storm's are always around us, and the years like thunder forever roll by; Jesse James is gone but, he'll never die. Vaya Con Dios mi hermano - - 'the perfect place to be in the rain is in the rain' - Charles Bukowski.