(JCH
-- 1989)
walking
the interstate
w/my
sunglasses on
a
man pulls over
&
asks directions
to
the nearest town
because
no one sees
the
signs
when
they ignore
the
warnings
&
a trucker offers me a ride
to
a lonely town
40
miles SE of nowhere
&
smokes a cigar
w/Hank
Williams on the 8 track
but
i tell him nothing
of
who i am
or
what i've done
leaving
the crimes
behind
me
where
they belong
poetry
joseph
c hinson