Radio Arkansas
2nd poem from the collection, Road Noise.
Country music yammers and hammers,
Jumps around my back seat,
Smacks and cracks the asphalt,
Swats my ears from Memphis on…
…and is wrong.
Jumps around my back seat,
Smacks and cracks the asphalt,
Swats my ears from Memphis on…
…and is wrong.
The blues chills me—fills me,
Lies low between grimy gas pumps,
Moves fast with trucks that pass,
Spreads out like wet heat on the land…
…and is right.
© 1996 William Herndon, All Rights Reserved
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