Friday, February 14, 2014

Round Trip (postmarked)

Gettin' on that sad
overnight bus
300 mile round trip
to sad bygone Philadelphia,

see me in stark night
     I'm outta sleep
     and no words can
     puncture the veiny lines
     of heaven

we'll all go like the van's
in Kansas broken on that
last great trek--

and at least somebody
     still thinks the old girl
     made it in one piece &
     always will,

I'll be rolling back come sundown
only bluest highway eatin' my time

It's like this--
     before I hit home
     before I come around
     It's ended.

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