Sidewalks And Signals
Posted by restorel66 on October 7, 2009
I drive on hard and hallowed roads
Until the blue sky stoops, until
My radio receives these bright and
Strong November days. They
Transmit Dylan’s boot leg
Release number eight. The
Buzz of amplifiers rises when he
Breathes. “Once,” he says,
“I had a pretty girl, but she did
Me wrong. Now I’m marching to
The city and the road ain’t long.”
I join the sacred melody; I join
Everyone who moves over these
Highways. We drive, and the
Sidewalks are beside us. We sing,
And the signals bend to find us.
