Her earrings lightly chimed
as we traveled down a
long stretch of highway
south of Omaha
while the blues blared through
speakers from a distant radio station
Memphis, I believe
our destination this time.
On these long trips we discussed Dali,
Longfellow and Johnnie Taylor,
how the blues and art and poetry
entertain so many folks
growing up and much later
when life offers a chance to
comprehend stages of change.
While she would drive I
would scribble about passing sights
see an old house in a vacant field
imagine who might have lived there
the hardships and joys shared
could make an awesome song.
As her earrings chimed in the wind
we were a mystery novel being written
a mile at a time
rehearsing our moments
before we reach the city limits of Memphis
broke but with rhymes
traveling down a long stretch of highway.