HOMAGE TO HOME
Feed the feedcap and stop up the bottle,
this hotel is running to close. There's an
old Vermont salesman in the lobby again,
selling his belts and leathers and shoes.
Veritably, he's an old country store with
New England ways peddling thrift and
durability to anyone who will listen. I
sadly tell him my 'best old aunt is dead,
but she would have loved your stuff.'