Brown Bag Order

from High Mileage Soul by Terry Morrison

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about a Metis Viet Nam vet and his damaged soul

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Brown Bag Order Terry Morrison © 2003

I saw him every afternoon at a coffee shop within the quarter
His black notebook on the table and a pencil in his hand
I heard the cook calling him Michael as he picked up someone’s brown bag order
Then slide silently outside to leave behind the clicking of the fan

Later I got letters from him
On the envelope it always read
This is from the wooden Indian
Standing at the crossroads between the living and the dead

Pecan pie and coffee every day at Perry White’s café
There was Michael fallen angel in the corner with his pencil gripped real tight
One day I finally looked him in the eye and asked him about the lines that he would write
He kissed his job goodbye to talk of poetry and his terror in the night

And later I got letters from him
On the envelope it always read
This is from the wooden Indian
Standing at the crossroads between the living and the dead

He’d spin ‘round and ‘round in circles and point his finger like a gun
He said they taught me how to kill and in the end I had to run
Now these words are all I have to keep the madness at pay and keep me partially whole
Because for every man whose breath I took away there is a stain upon my soul

And later I got letters from him
On the envelope it always read
This is from the wooden Indian
Standing at the crossroads between the living and the dead

Well his hair was long and straggly and his face was pocked and craggy
There was a sadness in his eyes that I remember still
We’d dance long into the night time then he’d wrap his arms around me
A half-breed Cherokee and a travelling gypsy girl

And later I got letters from him
On the envelope it always read
This is from the wooden Indian
Standing at the crossroads between the living and the dead
Yes this is from the wooden Indian
Standing at the crossroads between the living and the dead

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from High Mileage Soul, released December 7, 2003

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Terry Morrison Nanton, Alberta

Alberta Metis Singer/Songwriter Terry Morrison is a long time member of the Canadian musical community. An accomplished guitar player, Morrison's unique sense of melody and phrasing create her own inimitable brand of contemporary roots music. Delivered in a rich sensual voice, her songs reflect a compassionate and innate intelligence.

Terry has 6 CD’s of original music to her credit . ... more

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