memory of python asphalt stretchin roads

nighttime plains darkness,

reflectionless,

visionless,

onwardless,

laid out like a drunken boxer

memory of static AM jazz radio from Rochester,

memory of my long dead father,

memory of escaping from AmeriKa

to find some of AmeriCa,

memory of my last breathe

to head west

and 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 from Eastside Park Paterson

blueberries and sunflower picnics

all four windows rolled down that heavyweight night

to better salute those miserable flat winds

that Kansas was,

that is Kansas.

memory of a runaway car

memory of a runaway son

memory of a Kansas midnight

1978

Midwest!