I don’t have a clue what this means.

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Salesman Traveling

Like a dust devil he comes

Hat permanently suited never sweating

Passing from big to big paused in this little annual place

Bringing big-city joy at down-home country prices

Truth he likes Granny’s cooking

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Smells of big city smoke

I’m old enough this year I tell

Sorry kid same trunk plundering for you

Metal wind-up toys smell of red paint

Blue plastic frog

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Ever see a blue frog in these parts

I think not

Dull green frogs found

In that trickled country stream of mud

Three in your pocket for a green dollar bill

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Travel man cigar-bites end no-light

City pocket empty

Country pockets store things

Matches spectrum of frogs sharp knife

Match-trade for remains held locked trunk

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Add cold cup metal deep-welled water and deal

Agreed

Shake

Slip-key lock-turn

Trunk lid-lift both-way-looking  

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Hurry before escape back to big cities

Tender eyes scratch old in narrow light

Everything with a price

Money changed

Time to kill

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Country boy-man grown

Uncomfortable suited at home

Strike matching cigar smoke

Burned up and down

For no good reason

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No visits no more

Nobody home young

Trunk for traveling too long left unclosed

Someday full traveling that road to somewhere

Someday trunk full someday someday

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Trunk raised

Rust frozen

Kudzu coated

Permanent-placed

Earth reclaimed

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Devil dusted up ahead

Come this way

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