moved over here, where I should have posted it.
poem: Fast car
Just written, hot off the synapses, a bit of hot sauce, served while still warm.
( edit: how fast ? All but the last paragraph written while the video ran once. And I had a couple of typos to fix here after I posted it. )
[ inspired by a video on youtube of Tracy Chapman singing 'Fast Car'. ]
[ mostly the long stretch of highway, with sagebrush and clouds, and the blacktop going off into the vanishing point on the distant horizon. ]
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfqEisOIMJc ]
Lonesome highway, I am driving fast,
down the road,
one lane each way.
I can almost hear the owls calling in the night,
looking for mice and kangaroo rats,
running from sage brush to sage brush.
Saguaro cacti over the horizon,
I can hear, the loneliness calling.
Nothing for me here,
just the landscape,
moving by fast,
hoping not to run out of gasoline,
before the next town.
Top down, maybe the sun and heat,
are getting to me,
as I can hear a distant Spanish guitar,
playing music,
while castanets rattle in some Cantina,
or was that in the town I just left ?
Nuevo Mars they said,
out by Wolf 359,
was the place to go to,
a distant M-type star,
small civilization,
mostly an outpost,
lots of roads, few can afford the journey,
just a few people living there,
in a few buildings,
but things will get better,
in the sweet by and by.
The starships will come again,
trade will flouish,
so I drive my car fast,
in rememberance of what once was.
[ exit ]