High on the I-40
Been up since six no *** and
Fighting
****** in trucker motels, facing west.
cabbies lit, white plate gifts
for the barefoot women
the wet haired
siamese, their black soles
From room to room
I could be a deity
I could be a ghost
and stay
to watch the sky
to relish the exit music
I wouldn’t be jealous
I am the traveling type –
an ambassador, a fog
the ledge of an open mouth, snug
fingers under doors
there is one for whom I was made
and another by name by
line by go on, goodnight
I could take all the showers
and still be alright -
I would take all of them, and still be alright.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
High on the I-40
Been up since six no *** and
Fighting
****** in trucker motels, facing west.
cabbies lit, white plate gifts
for the barefoot women
the wet haired
siamese, their black soles
From room to room
I could be a deity
I could be a ghost
and stay
to watch the sky
to relish the exit music
I wouldn’t be jealous
I am the traveling type –
an ambassador, a fog
the ledge of an open mouth, snug
fingers under doors
there is one for whom I was made
and another by name by
line by go on, goodnight
I could take all the showers
and still be alright -
I would take all of them, and still be alright.