A hillbilly song

A hillbilly song
 
I’m performing my usual juggling act –
one red apple, a bowling pin and a chainsaw
 
while walking a tightrope far above 
the three rings, the caged beasts
 
and the roaring crowd and I wonder –
will anyone request a hillbilly song?
 
Mightn’t it help some fallen soul?
Provide perhaps a ray of hope?
 
Baba said to become helpless and hopeless
but I don’t think He meant it thisaway.
 
I live in a little trailer behind the big top
and all I can do is sweep out
 
its daily accumulations as I spy them
through these age-beclouded eyes.
 
O child of God, someone in the crowd
is requesting Angel Band and Sweet Beulah Land.