Sunday, June 12, 2011

"Cathartes Aura on the Road from Nowhere" Sneek Peak: Chapter Two

Chapter Two, Verse Two:

A blues riff starts and stops, starts again faint

In the distance as the hiker puts dirt

Behind his boots yard after yard, huffing

Smooth and steady as a train.  A voice croons,

Cracks, cusses, and laughs.  The guitar restarts

As the hiker drops his pack, climbs a spire

Of rock and glasses the highway.  The Jag

Rolls at camel speed while the driver strums

A six-string acoustic.  From the north pops

The revving of motorcycle engines.