1st poem in the collection, Road Noise.
In 1996 I made a cross country road-trip, alone. I was headed from Washington, DC to San Francisco to join Anne in the city that would become our home for the next 14 years. On that trip I wrote a series of poems that I called Road Noise. Tennessee is the first of these.
On black Harleys with fire orange logos.
Knife long shadows behind them joust on pavement
Slaying each other at twilight.
Other cars blow by—but lonely and tired, I pass slow
Wishing I had someone to ride with.
© Copyright 1996 William Herndon, All Rights Reserved