Rain Dance

markashley1961

Rain Dance

 

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

  • Author: markashley1961 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2018 02:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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