I Met Someone Who Knows You
Four days of driving. Just to be gone.
Rockabilly road signs with bullet holes.
Or: a fifties movie about a gunfighter with a tired voice.
Price on his head. Clouds. Blood. Dead trees.
Small town south of I-90: platinum-blond waitress in pink jeans
says, I met someone who knows you.
Yeah... and barb wire headlights.
Blood-eyed TV preacher can't admit it's all distant
thunder and goodbyes. Spike-haired barmaid wants to know
right away if you'll sleep with her. Can of Copenhagen to go.
Starbuck... Dodge... Dusty... Lacrosse...Hooper... Starbuck:
a Snake River loop. Flesh-eating black & white cattle,
swaying dehydrated roadside coyote, distant thick-white smoke.
Dry heat 100. Yellow potato chip sunrise. The evening sun screams:
thick fields of green corn for gas tanks... a world of starvation.