Chapter Two, Verse Two:
A blues riff starts and stops, starts again faint
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.
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