1897 built a Parthenon in Nashville
The Grand Ole Athens of the South
an exact replica with no drums
where Athena is proud to be
a thunderbolt miner’s daughter
but envies the glory and fame
of the great speckled sphinx
If it weren’t for ill fate
Oedipus would have no fate at all
Waiting for honey to ferment
pieces of you fall
for daisy duke muses
walkin the line dance after midnight
drunk on moonshine ambrosia
until the man in black
ferries you across the Cumberland River
with a coin beneath your tongue
