Riding Dirty

Riding Dirty

A Poem by Tilling

Rolling through presumably west Texas.
Automobiles
license plates acting as pin drops.
Coordinating off the sun to get my direction.

I'm breaking the code.
Letting my presence be known;
for typically you don't see me
while out riding cross states.
 
I'm feeling restless.
No smokes and a pinch of bread-
my light provisions weight upon me
rather heavy.

So I sit purposefully 
perched wet side of a grainer.
Passing time waving-
families in station wagons 
pointing and cheering; 
the cops next in line 
caught off guard swearing-
lack of authority to stop this freight.

© 2019 Tilling


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ridin' on the trains...passing through states...cops can't stop...
you are so good with your imagery and metaphors. Tilling.
j.

Posted 4 Months Ago



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