Driving south,
Hawley's Island, South Carolina.
Sweet Palmetto minarets
swaying like a nightgown skirt
under a Ramadan state flag moon.
Black Dog and (She's so heavy)
are singing through the Georgia woods.
Roll up on Heavy's Bar-B-Q
off the Crawfordville exit,
brunswick stew breakfast
and napkins of bleached white bread.
Around Rock Eagle,
I found where I could get my deer processed
and was asked if I accepted Jesus
every quarter mile.
In the South I just love
driving around and around,
dabbling in depression,
and some boiled peanuts.
Hey, honey...
I'll take my highway
scattered, smothered and covered
with some a glass of sweet tea.
1 comment:
Well, now I want hashbrowns.
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