Artwork: Carlos Cortez

Sitting at this bar

Thinking of places

Afar

In my glass of beer

I see

Thru the smoke-filled haze
Of this room

Like a crystal vision

Looms

A ribbon of cement

Black line down the middle

Perdition bent

Like a galloping snake

On the make

Thru treeless prairies

And bottomless passes

Ever in motion

Over a moonkissed desert

Toward golden California

Grasses

Stopped only 

By a big blue ocean,

Man—-!

Give me the song

If you can
Of a greyhound motor’s

Tirade

Crawling along

Some old ten-mile grade

Where life can be complete…