for strange bi-ways
birds nesting in an old cracked
flourescent sign
diners open late
diners open early
career ending portions
gravy flooded eggy biscuits
i long for
hours to our one downloaded playlist
german shepherd hanging out the window
of a passing truck
must be going one hundred
motels we almost don’t want to sleep in
the best sleep as morning splits the venetians
tents on a desert campsite
magenta flame lit dusky mountain
rancid odors in an odd alley
turning the corner to glimmrin’ metropolis
turning the corner
seeing endless blue shimmer
endless grey rumble
a cigarette by the wind whipped corn tops
hot muggy take your shirt off
buggy skeeters
and
snow blown cottages
from a long time ago
candle in every window
your creaky dawn-voice
“can we sleep for another hour?”
dew on the car outside.