home you don’t
know where it
your bung knee, begins
ache, those molar teeth
a handful of Oxy
an ugly blue knee-support
a chattering bar room
the hungry jukebox
home you don't
know what it does to me
how it eats gold coins
spits them out spins
them round through
a blizzard of smoke
a million miles away
it's been hard
kisses, dreams,
whisperings
it's been lonely
things are
always better
where does it
end this track
when
we
were
all
together
a million miles
you, this poem, me
home, the last mile
do we ever get there
the hungry jukebox would be a good name for a highway diner
ReplyDeleteYes indeed Kit:) it does sound like something out of a Jim Jarmusch novel.
DeleteSorry Kit - I meant a JJ movie - not novel.
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