memory of python asphalt stretchin roads

nighttime plains darkness,

reflectionless,

visionless,

onwardless,

sprawled out like a drunken boxer

memory of static AM jazz radio from Rochester, NY,

memory of a dead father's youth,

memory of escaping from AmeriKa

to find AmeriCa,

memory of my last breathe

heading west

to dig the vastness

memory of middle of the night long rigs into Denver

zooming past distant black mountains

out there somewhere

defying the coming dawn,

memory of static dreams Eastside Park Paterson

blueberries and sunflower picnics

now all four windows open to this heavyweight night:

better to salute these miserable flat winds that is Kansas,

packing memories of a runaway car

of a runaway son

of a faraway Kansas midnight

1978

Midwest