66

66
the famous 66

in ‘Zona

on the road 

the grande canyon 

nice gift shop

sun going down 

rolling into town 

fuel for the bike

fuel for me

coca-cola and chocolate 

black pavement 

golden mountains

orange sky

faraway lights

desert nights

Morning Sun Haiku

morning sun peeking

through slits of old wooden fence

onto dewy grass

the coffee has grown cold

but I drink it anyway

late afternoon sun

the old dog sleeping

on sunroom wooden floor

I write poetry

Closing Ranks

close ranks
close to the vest

mum’s the word

silence is golden 

loose lips sink ships

don't tell them much

or reveal your soul

they want that 

once it’s out

it can’t go back in 

once they know 

they know

you can’t go

home again

stay a mystery 

secret agent man

keep them guessing 

besides

you’re probably 

more interesting that way