two reclining fools rewinding spools
antennae numb, a tape deck's whine
shift click then hum
barreling west, the cadence dense
with early model amber light
hung in streaks at fender-height
above I-80's rattling crease
the dome light dirty, reefer wreathed
diffuse as daybreak
broadcast through a humid dawn's unsettled dew
Saturday, April 28, 2012
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