Stevie Nicks is inside the deck
it's warm tonight, muggy
as I enter the ramp
both windows down
the sun roof open
for the moon
she seems to pull me
towards something else
beyond
the glow above
beyond the clouds
beyond the lighted, the blue
beyond this halo of the city.
on I-16
out in the county
the cooler night air rushes in
from the river
there's the smell of fish
and the stale city
rank with prosperity.
in the outer limits
there's the darkness
and the stars
death rolls upon the highway
death lies inside the ditches
death falls from fingers reaching.
I love the prelude of winter
and the darkness
here the sick and twisted gather
and for some sane reason
I drive
trying to elude it all
to where
old voices sing me songs of
hope.
LS Shevshenko
*Poem "...It's Alright Baby I'm Doing The Best That I Can..." by LS Shevshenko © 2000, all rights reserved*