Come Little Sister Poem by Tom Courtney

This is the age of the electric transaction
Come on little sister, let me show you around
This is the age of the impersonal inquiry
This is the age of the manwomanman

This is the age of the newnude discovery
of the highways and low-ways and byways of life
This is the age of the instant impaction
and the ever-pervasive highlowhigh

Come little sister
and let me show you the cheap tricks
Let me show you the way that I got mine
Come little sister and we’ll survive
We’ll survive the upcoming nuclear blast

Come on my sister
Let’s ride the fast train
Muse with commuters and grin at our sin
Leave this busted city in the rust and our dust
And all it takes is a quick flash in time

Look at the poster boards flashing the windows
Look at who’s getting to the top of the heap
Look at who’s sold off their souls to the devil
for a moment of glory
on the golden train ride

Passing the age of the newer discovery
rounding the bend of technology’s fast face
leaping headlong into the arms of some future
burying the past in the unmarked graves

Hey come little sister
Say what you’re thinking?
You’re kind of quiet sitting there hair all ablaze
Fire in your eyes for the storms of tomorrow
Will you be ready when they come to collect the tickets?

Oh little sister you stir my soul
Will you venture with me on the clickety-clack?
Will you send me a message down from heaven
When all of our promises lie heaped in a stack?

I have a ticket to nowhere sweet little sister
And you hold the one true promissory note
Your wide eyes see what I cannot envision
as you and I fly through this glistening night