The green poured from my wallet,
into the tank,
and the top slinked, slowly down
exposing crispy shoulders,
and reddened cheeks and thighs.
The tires struggled for a moment,
with torn earth and gravel,
kicking up dust and dirt,
a passing tribute to mark
I had been there.
Moving along PCH 1,
with melodies of Dylan playing over the
wind whipping my hair;
Jack and Bobby rang in my head,
on the road - again.
Stopping only for a shower and a sleep;
a meal and a beer to chase down my gullet,
I drove between the rising and setting sun
dancing beside the ocean,
and toward another nibble of life.
Author notes
This summer I rented a convertible and drove from San Diego to San Fran . . . some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen!
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Comments
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I love your imagery. This is the 3rd poem of yours I've read and I haven't been dissappointed yet. You have exceptional talent.
John
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I'd rent an old shag-wagon or something. Spray-paint it charcoal grey with little splotches of dirty white showing through. And I'd wear overalls every single day, and not shower for weeks. Sounds like fun
lol You captured a road trip perfectly, which is very cool given that there's really so few lines when considering the length of an entire summer of traveling. Enjoyed this one.
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It is so wonderful to know when you are making memories and to embrace those moments; jack and bobby yes, now part of the mortar that holds us together...so very nicely done here...PK
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