Blue ship sail me,nLost in the slipper of the night.nFull steam daily,nPuffing like a fisherman's pipe.nnWalking up the main streetsnSmiling, seeing things.nFar away a season is zipping up.nnGreen lights changing,nCold Appalachian towns.nDead strings breaking,nA snowstorm is going to come down.nnWalking out of clubs, lamenBound to the earth again.nA parliament of ravens too drunk to fly.nnThe Massachusetts TurnpikenPuritan, stock and still.nHeaded for the heart of the Sunday night!