(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