State Line

Coming across the border from Mass
into NH the fog was so thick I couldnt see the edge
of the road until NH - and then i breathed easy

dropping a friend off at Logan
on the way down we started writing
our screenplay

someone asked me to write a poem
about putting mustard on a hot dog
while drivingone handed a pink steering wheeled Cadillac

that briefly brought a smile to my face
i appreciate that
like i appreciate my cd playing in this laptop
which cost 18 dollars

if you're wondering how much
see the hexagram "grace" in the i ching

tree limbs were breaking from frozen rain
i stopped behind a pickup truck
someone and someone else stopped the truck
got out, and were clearing the road

i listened to some music
then drove past as they were finishing up

all the way north into darkness
all the way into night
and if you had better sight

you'd see ghosts tailing my red lights - tailing em real close

dress it up fine
life and death all around us

on the State Line