Saturday Morning in Idabel
There’s a dead armadillo
On the side of the road
Empty beer can in his claws
That joke just never gets old
There’s a dog on the shoulder
Trying to bite his own tail
I’m in the motel parking lot
Watching that dog fail
And I can’t remember
When I ever felt this low
Saturday morning in Idabel
Saturday morning in Idabel
Saturday morning in Idabel
And I ain’t got no place to go.
Down at the Piggly Wiggly
There’s no one in the aisles
No one at the check-out counter
Hasn’t been for a while
There’s a big box store sitting
Out of town, someplace
People are moving towards it
Like it came from outer space
And I can’t remember
When I ever felt this low
Saturday morning in Idabel
Saturday morning in Idabel
Saturday morning in Idabel
And I ain’t got no place to go
And Cookie he is worried
His wife’s leg has turned black
He’s got a concealed weapon’s license
A shotgun and a rack
And he has no idea
How he’ll pay the hospital bill
He says: guns never hurt nobody
only people kill
And I can’t remember
When I ever felt this low
Saturday morning in Idabel
Saturday morning in Idabel
Saturday morning in Idabel
And I ain’t got no place to go
Amaya, over at dVerse has asked for a poem about or based on a song to which we have a strong emotional connection. The above piece is a song lyric I wrote thinking of Kris Kristofferson’s “Sunday Morning Coming Down”. I used to travel in my work, and I got stuck in strange towns and cities on Sunday mornings quite a lot. Being away from my family was a depressing experience at times and Kris Kristofferson’s song lyrics resonated. On the upside, being stuck in Idabel, Oklahoma, generated a poem, and a song lyric which my friend, John Mitchell wrote music for, (I have previously posted about that process).
“On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleepin’ city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin’ comin’ down”
Even without the music, I couldn’t help reading that as a lyric. I’d love to hear it. How’s the town pronounced, though? Idabell? Eedabell?
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Thanks Ellen, it’s pronounced I (eye),,dabel, you can download the song if you wish at https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/themitchellfeeneyproject
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Not all progress is a joy for everyone Kerfe, some suffer. PVery plaintive song by Kris.
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Sorry Jim, I know you are not Kerfe…
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No problem Rob, you can call me Kerfe, you can call me JIm, just don’t call me too early in the morning !
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I like those two stanzas about Cookie and his wife.
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Thank you Frank!
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I can hear Kristofferson singing your tune. Or Cash. It was a joy to hear your collaboration as you captured the desolation of the place and your mind on a lonesome Saturday morning. Funny how it’s all relative — I’d kill for a Saturday morning all to myself, Idabel, wherever.
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Thank you…liked your prompt….lots of interesting posts…a little isolation is good….on the other hand….
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Now that we know what will make Amaya kill, should we watch her more carefully? 😉
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A dying town like this is so sad… and putting it to music is often needed, and there are those who have managed to do it well
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Thank you Bjorn!
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You captured a town affected by interstates and big business chains – I’ll take old-time charm any day but they are hard to find.
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Thank you, Margaret!
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So good, bought the music, now all I need is the T-shirt! this is funny, but it also makes me cry, I have been in many Idabel’s… they have always been with us. I think they have a vitality that outsiders may not see, but then again, maybe not.
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I have spent a bit of time in small town America, there’s a lot going on beneath the surface….a wealth of material!!
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I really like the songs, especially Isabella and Emma Jean. Are you the singer?
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You wouldn’t want to hear me sing Lona, the singer is my friend John Mitchell who is a talented composer, singer and multi instrumentalist, I wrote the lyrics for 5 of the songs on the album (Idabel, Emma Jean, The Note, The Road and Willie’s Oasis). It was a lot of fun!Thanks again for listening, much appreciated…JIM
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