hamburgers, fries, coffee and gasoline
Hamburgers fries coffee & gasoline
the service station huddles behind the road sign.
Truckers roll on down the interstate, big metal geese of honking song.
'Cuz out on the asphalt the trucker roams free,
gasoline hamburgers fries & coffee.
They laid that ladder down
and it grew into train tracks
so hop aboard with the hobo blues man,
'Share yer soup, be loose with yer change
the sheltering train keeps us out of the rain.
Sing yer song and gnaw yer bone
til' the Lord reaches down
and takes us all home.’
climbing clouds crowd up the sky
marmalade light turning morning to night.
And all those little prairie doggies
pop their heads high out the hole houses.
Starlight on the cacti
moonlight in the canyon
thunderstorms hide flickering stars
comet tails make sparking worms
lightning splinters, dancing knives
raindrop bees down heaven’s hives.
Flashing lights strobe over the plains
cracking in vertical rivers. The rains flood
the seats of an abandoned Chevy Impala
asleep in rust, dripping midnight.
The storm, despotic, batters the hood
dripdropdripdrop wasteland rest stop.
Stick figures roam cave walls
boulders watch the tumbleweeds
the humpty dumpty wicker steeds
rolling wild like billiard shots.
Inching insects in sunrise blankets
humming, marching, serenading
collecting up the twigs and trinkets
herding the seconds of morning.
The wind’s melodeon cry
the rising sun in the scaffolding sky
lighting this rusting industrial scene
off the Bear Tooth Highway
in the Great Horn Basin
where the land reaches out vast and lean,
hamburgers fries coffee & gasoline.
From The Opulence Of Invention. Copyright © 2018 E. P. Mattson, All Rights Reserved.