“I guess the difference is in that of a whistle pig and a woodchuck”
, I said, “that’s a bullhead and a catfish.”
Graceland played while I looked at Brahma steel toe
and I thought of the McCandless quote about
mans spirit coming from new experiences.
and when I hear that Hollingsworth track,
“up over the hills ain’t even really that far”
I think of how coasts and inland smell different.
Vedder wants a last breathe that he won’t let out
which I get but there are guys who just want to keep breathing.
So I picked my car up in the morning, humming,
“I”m going to Graceland, Graceland”
and I packed for Brookville, Brookville,
and I burned CD’s for the drive,
thinking I’m bound singing to Graceland.
I did 80 to Clarion wondering what I’d eat for dinner,
thinking of the day before, doing 60 down 219 into PA,
wondering the same thing.
And when I woke up I did calisthenics and
pulled a muscle in my thigh a little,
and had bad powder eggs and a high toasted bagel.
sometimes I find myself not liking what I wrote,
I change it.
I got lost in Clarion and thought about dinner.
I notice myself wondering how far I will go.
My fortune cookie said,
“Everything is possible;
just not so probable.”
and I guess that’s pretty true.
The best part about is driving is just going and going and not thinking about anything in between but what’s in your line of vision and a full tank. So you go on and on and stop in from town to town but for the most part you just have lots of thinking time. Luckily you got Howlin’ Wolf on CD and 10 tracks to go.
I really made it to Pennsylvania,
embracing the knowledge in trucks.
So I parked in the bank parking lot and walked down the the street corner, one big Brahma step at a time. I opened the glass door and 34 heads all confused on who disrupted their card game turned. I walked through them, toward the back of the room and looked for someone who looked in charge. I knocked on the fridge behind me and heard a “Hello!”. A filthy old man showed himself and he knew I was not from town.
Flew up on 66 N in a little snow storm and got home for a two day stay not long before midnight.
I woke up and thought it was Sunday.
There’s no brakeman slowing down,
just whole and oholy luck that I’ll stay on track.
accidentally gave the waiter a two twenties on a $25 bill,
thought it was a ten.
Lou Reed, Tom Waits, Lord Buckley,
gotta get the coffee ready for morning.
I sleep with the fan on high.
Might have got a fiber glass sliver at work.
training for the future,
invent it then manifest it.
this locals dog pissed in the front of the shop today.
I broke the tire shop padlock.
this professional driver knowledge is getting the best of me,
got 6 oil related hats and was excited.
I know trucks past ’07 more than likely to have synthetic differential fluid than older models and a mudflap can ruin a drivers payload.
itching to get a drink.
I know what a drivers face looks like
when his hood falls off his tractor.
I know I really couldn’t call people all day.
I know $1.50 a week/unlimited coffee is a deal.
Sat and watched the waves hit the shore from the third floor balcony
of the beach house, wondering where the clam was that I tossed back in from
the shore. The rain pounded the bay window from the couch within, four feet up
on the coffee table.
my friend said once, “I’ve been working. I get to see the sun rise everyday. I think that’s pretty cool.”
I thought that was pretty cool.
we had talked and talked deep brooding thoughts before,
as some people talk and talk deep brooding thoughts.
but this off the sleeve comment really showed just how delicate life can be.
It’s strange stepping back out of town and watching it from a distance.
I told them, “that’s something I take real serious”
and they believed me. Wild.
I made it home and sat on ideas for two weeks,
I just want to sit with four feet on a coffee table and breath in unison.