For Elizabeth
nameless trucks roar east on I-40
obscured by ancient Mohave dust
swept for eons past Joshua trees
and swirling now past this brittle
pitted motel window
the dust and trucks pressing eastwards
towards my jumble of memories
a matching quiz of locales and emotions
Tulsa fears and Boston urges
or was it tears in Tulsa
Richmond urges and
Boston longing
and what goes with Winnipeg
and where were the binges
and
on and on and on
past sundown past midnight
until finally near dawn
not even the road noise prolongs
what will be half-remembered
when I’m further west as
Barstow insomnia