MANY things I might have said today. And I kept my mouth shut. So many times I was asked To come and say the same things Everybody was saying, no end To the yes-yes, yes-yes, me-too, me-too.
The aprons of silence covered me. A wire and hatch held my tongue. I spit nails into an abyss and listened. I shut off the gabble of Jones, Johnson, Smith. All whose names take pages in the city directory.
I fixed up a padded cell and lugged it around. I locked myself in and nobody knew it. Only the keeper and the kept in the hoosegow Knew itâ€”on the streets, in the postoffice, On the cars, into the railroad station Where the caller was calling, â€œAll a-board, All a-board for .. Blaa-blaa .. Blaa-blaa, Blaa-blaa .. and all points northwest .. all a-board.â€ Here I took along my own hoosegow And did business with my own thoughts. Do you see? It must be the aprons of silence.