Red mud in the tire treads
- A gospel written in clay.
My Ford doesn't purr.
It growls.
The engine knows the way home,
Even when the fog hides the trees.
The radio plays a scratchy tune.
I'm just an old man in a pickup,
Crossing the ridge,
Homebound.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 9:24 AM UTC
Red mud in the tire treads
- A gospel written in clay.
My Ford doesn't purr.
It growls.
The engine knows the way home,
Even when the fog hides the trees.
The radio plays a scratchy tune.
I'm just an old man in a pickup,
Crossing the ridge,
Homebound.
