Grand Canyon

From the Phoenix liftoff

Somewhere over Blackfoot reserve

High above Drumheller

Sky hostess starts to serve

Cloud shadows on the mountain

And our shadow on the mountainside

After Salt Lake City

I have time to close my eyes

Before the Grand Canyon

Swallows us as we move south

I pray the Grand Canyon

Take our plane inside its mouth

We know the material

And these songs, the serious lines

Under palms ethereal

In Hollywood's mysterious wild

These are coarse imaginings

Where cannibal inspectors thrive

On delirious ramblings

Now in real and troubling times

In the warm confusion

Of the looming foliage outside

The motel room obscura

A divining by Venetian blinds