Kansas Calling Midnight


python asphalt stretching road

plain nighttime dark,

reflectionless,

onwardless,

visionless

laid out drunken boxer,

memory of static AM jazz radio from Rochester,

memory of my long dead father,

memory of escaping from Amerika

to find America,

last chance to breathe free

head west

dig the vastness…

memory of 3:00 am

long trucks to Denver zooming past,

memory of distant suggested mountains this coming dawn

emerging from my consciousness,

memory of static dreams from Paterson teenage bed,

blueberries,

Motown 45s,

sunflowers scattered

four windows down

Ford wagon tearing ass 85 mph

saluting the miserable flat wind

defining Kansas,

the Kansas that was,

memory of a Kansas midnight,

memory of a runaway car,

memory of a runaway son