the driving rain
did nothing to detract
from the warm colors
of dying leaves
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from “Minneapolis and Back, Part 1”
Tag Archives: travel
Leaving Goattown
the bus station is more of a ghost town
than it used to be early maybe but
it always comes to mind, that time
once in Amarillo saw a man gunned down
wrong place wrong time in the wild wild west
Well Sheriff I reckon that boy had it comin’
and here in Cincinnati, I listen to footsteps long
bereft of feet still waiting for a bus lost in Virginia
upon a salty stack of truck nutz
At a truck stop in Whiteland, Indiana. It’s the usual break stop on our way to Indy for events. This time we were going to work security for a country music concert at Gatebridge Field House. I knew what to expect: the songs all about True Love, Truck Nutz, God, and Country, with an audience that often confused Truck Nutz for Country, Love, as well as God. Even though I always take food with me, I usually buy water or coffee, or both. But this time I splurged on a bag of Combos: cracker and (Real!) Cheddar Cheese, the way God — or Truck Nutz — intended them, unless pretzel is available and it wasn’t. My other options were “Supreme Pizza,” “Buffalo Wing” and — I shit not — “Cool Ranch Dorito” Flavor. What is there to say about a world where a junk chip is so uniquely known that it’s an imitation flavor for other junk foods? The mind doesn’t balk. But maybe it should. All I knew was the world was hyper-real enough without unholy junk food flavors. There was no place in my life for such blasphemy.
