summer black tar river
sticky dust path
pebble verge
and me in old torn jeans
acrid stench of road
corn blistered sweat
crawling down my face
praying at the altar
of an iced coke
corn ocean dancing
on a mirage wind
that ripples
over the blue mountains
and shelters in shadows
of forgotten cloud
dust path dancing
to the pump pump tune
of black burned
motorcycle
leather dead
and drifting
across
cross
roads
me in old torn jeans
and drifting
along black tar river
and the ripples
of an iced coke
on the back
of my blistered throat
praying for the shelter
of forgotten cloud