couldn’t take no more
late night, bus night, gotta get away night
indianapolis 3:35 a.m. to
st.louis hour and 40 layover
coffee and a pastry, some kind of fruit
well-worn stools and dirty floor
old man slumped over bench armrest
now down and westbound with 76 big rigs leading the way
people get on, get off bamboozled
suspicious looking people too
poor looking people looking poorer than I
springfield for some lunch in a rush
joplin (lookin’ for janis and her mercedes-benz)
rolling into oklahoma
tulsa, okc what you got for me?
dinner time, what’s good here?
gonna buy me a couple of oil wells for dessert
el reno (never heard of it) we’re stopping here? really?
trucking into tejas lone star
amarillo yellow armadillo
now in new mexico amigo
overnight sleepy time hope I don’t get knifed
albuquerque should have taken a left turn
gallup; let’s take a poll who wants to stop? nobody? I thought so
arizona territory packin’ a piece
holbrook, flagstaff (eyes at half mast)
phoenix sun rising high in the steamy sky
CALIFORNIA HERE I COME
blythe, indio,
peering into san bernardino
not gonna stop till I hit LA and the Hollywood Hills
cruise to the pacific
left coast, west coast, best coast so says a friend
we shall see
*p.s. a couple of towns not mentioned because
frankly, they weren’t mentioning (no offense intended)
