Trampled Rose

I found it in the street
At first I did not see
Lying at my feet
A trampled rose

I know that rose,
Like I know my name
The one I gave my love,
It was the same
Now I find it in the street,
A trampled rose
-Tom Waits, "Trampled Rose"

On a back road in the quiet Loutre River Valley near Minneola, Missouri-- which I can't find on any map. I didn't see a human soul for one hour and thirty miles that morning.