Got up before dawn Went down to the racetrack Riding with the windows down Shortly after your first heart attack You parked behind the paddock Cracking asphalt underfoot Coming up through the cracks Pale green things Pale green things
You watched the horses run their workouts You held your stopwatch in your left hand And a Racing Form beneath your arm Casting your gaze way out to no man's land Sometimes I'll meet you out there Lonely and frightened Flicking my tongue out at the wet leaves Pale green things Pale green things
My sister called at 3 AM Just last December She told me you how you'd died at last, At last? That morning at the racetrack Was one thing that I remembered I turned it over in my mind Like a living Chinese finger trap Seaweed in Indiana sawgrass Pale green things Pale green things