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