Roadside Superior

Bus Station, Superior, Montana June 1980

On roadside breaks

BAR is never misspelled and

Clouds hold fast oiled avenues

And no outlet streets

Longings disappear with

Stolen bus stop souvenirs and

Laminated maps with services and

Symbols of misguided hope

The Chamber’s a retired Pullman

With its CLOSED sign dangling

The Greyhound straddles darting

Cottonwood seeds idling

Awaiting roadside Superior

Coaxing lightning bolt chasers

Until the dust clears unaware

The town has departed