Virginia City Hospice, Wild West Setting
City spirits know what the city is gettin’
The creme de la creme, in VST, stayin’
VC’s ghosts, on good fortune, a-bettin’
Time flies, doesn’t seem a minute
Since the Red Dog Saloon had us sittin’ in it.
All changed, now. Two scared people
Looking out the window. Prayin’ to the steeple.
Don’t you know, that when you lose
There’s nothing left, but the cryin’ to do?
Fresno. Biola. Coarsegold. This place.
Only memories now.
Hospice hits like mace.
Squarely in the face.
Nothin’ in his eyes.
Terror on my face.
One night in VC,
our world’s a disaster
Hospice bed sits
On a broken-legged caster.
VC’s gold nuggets ain’t free.
If you’re lucky, pack your things.
Grab your blessings, and flee
I can feel my angels movin’ away from me.
One town, very much like another,
When mourning the loss of a husband or father.
Tourists crowd this charade of a town
Right out our window, as we just look down.
VC’s here to witness hospice slavery,
The ultimate test of this girl’s bravery.
Death gripping me unlike any horror
I’ve ever seen.
One night in VC makes a hard woman humble.
Not much between despair and destiny.
One night in VC and the tough girl tumbles.
Can’t be too careful with your company.
I can feel the devil watching over me.
Dear God, I’m watching
Cancer
Control this scene.
This woman giving hospice just can’t be me.
Through the blackest night, I’m waiting.
Thoughts of my loss, devastatin’.
Giving Hospice to the sweet man I love.
Waiting for some comfort from the one above.
One night in VC made a hard girl humble
Not much between despair and destiny.
One night in VC made the tough girl tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company.
I felt the devil watching over me.
Angels now surround, I need no sympathy.
My Love True still lays next to me.
I can feel sweet Jesus watching over me.
(Joy Hurt –Hospice Night- Palm Sunday, April 5, 2020 )
(Inspired by “One Night in Bangkok” by Murray Head)