I Saw My Twin

I saw my twin working in a Waffle House The first birds of morning Cackled from the graveyard In walked the entourage Big Silver Bus in the mountains Her full hands leapt like fleas on a dog Belonging without alternative The waitress jumped over the table And begged, "Can I take your picture?" West Virginia, this is how it's done You take the money, and you just run Try not to look at the look On the nun in the corner booth It invites nobody in It's a great black hole of Providence Please take pity upon the heart that lives in me I have to turn away now I can't stand watching old ladies eat The waitress gazes over our table Big Silver Bus is long gone West Virginia, this is how it's done Sir, could you be a little more gentle? Unprofitable servant! Pennsylvania, the 6AM cold sun Leaves me waiting on the thread of someone The thread of someone