By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
THUNDERBIRD BLUES
The progressive run
through Yosemite’s gridlocked valley:
a modulation of the redwoods and granite
slide-slipping down Tioga Pass
The diving elevation
composed as haiku on paper bags–
a sure sign poets were at the wheel
Words hardly hammered out
when small-town America rattled windows
with a musical phrase
of sporting good stores
diminished motel signs
abandoned blue swimming pools
blowing air
Breaking in time
to dive between the last set of sheets
at the end of free ways
close moth-eaten curtains
and hum to the syncopated neon light
that once spelled “Thunderbird Motel”
before the intoxicated country woke up
with a hangover
Before the whole note of sun
reverberated off mountain
and road became a riff
smacking the face of another day
Bravo!
Very nice. Love the reference to the poets. Is the last picture Panamint