Riding Dirty

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.

Reviews

[NiomaNorma]

Pretty good poem. Very different yet good.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

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