He parks his rusted Dodge where the screen once glowed
Projection booth leans like a drunk on the road
Tackle box rattles on the passenger side
Weeds eat the speaker posts where the lovers cried
He spools green line through a chrome spinning reel
Hook catches sunset on cold forged steel
Silver screen reflects the lure he throws
Ghost of John Wayne rides the evening shadows
No popcorn left just carp and catfish bite
Double feature flickers through the night
Double feature flickers through the night
Speaker wire hums when the bass hits deep
Mud sucks his boots where the ticket takers sleep
He casts toward the marquee where the letters fell
Spells nothing now just rust and parallel
Drags a whiskered fighter from the black water
Scales flash like credits rolling after
Hammond organ wheezes from a trunk speaker
Muted brass bent by the salt and the heat
He guts his catch on a concession counter
Knife blade flickers in the dying light
Moon rises white through the torn screen fabric
Second feature starts without the magic
Silver screen reflects the lure he throws
Ghost of John Wayne rides the evening shadows
No popcorn left just carp and catfish bite
Double feature flickers through the night
Double feature flickers through the night
Neon skeleton hums a blue note low
He lights a cigarette lets the smoke go
Projects his face on the peeling white
Fisherman becomes the movie tonight
Fisherman becomes the movie tonight
Reel spins backward in his calloused hands
Line rewinds memory across the land
Snaps a Polaroid of the final catch
Shakes the white square watches color hatch
Drives off slow past the crumbling sign
Leaves the theater to the carp and time
Silver screen reflects the lure he throws
Ghost of John Wayne rides the evening shadows
No popcorn left just carp and catfish bite
Double feature flickers through the night
Silver screen reflects the lure he throws
Double feature flickers through the night
Headlights sweep the empty lot
One last cast and he is gone
