Soul food lunch across the bridge from the airport. One of the chefs is singing. The server tells me to enjoy the show. I ask her if he's singing because the food tastes so good, or does his singing make it taste that way. That's the mystery, she says, Creole soul.
I'm in a heavenly coma driving East toward Monroe. Green grass medians, a certain delicate tree flowering in light purple, roadside shrines accompanied by American flags, sometimes Confederate. The radio station out of Shreveport is good - local R&B and Southern Soul. Feeling pretty good. Double check it, and I still am.
Years ago on a Greyhound in Oklahoma, a girl got on dressed a lot like a Dallas Cowboys' Cheerleader - white short-shorts, white cowboy boots and hat. We became acquainted on the ride, got a room together in Flagstaff where we showered separately and napped together and nothing else.
She told me about her dream, the one the bus was taking her closer to, to move to San Diego and become a pilot. Later, on a postcard, she told me not to keep my light under a bushel.
That light flickered a little bit today, I think, driving Rt 20 across Louisiana, but there was no-one there to see.
I'm in a heavenly coma driving East toward Monroe. Green grass medians, a certain delicate tree flowering in light purple, roadside shrines accompanied by American flags, sometimes Confederate. The radio station out of Shreveport is good - local R&B and Southern Soul. Feeling pretty good. Double check it, and I still am.
Years ago on a Greyhound in Oklahoma, a girl got on dressed a lot like a Dallas Cowboys' Cheerleader - white short-shorts, white cowboy boots and hat. We became acquainted on the ride, got a room together in Flagstaff where we showered separately and napped together and nothing else.
She told me about her dream, the one the bus was taking her closer to, to move to San Diego and become a pilot. Later, on a postcard, she told me not to keep my light under a bushel.
That light flickered a little bit today, I think, driving Rt 20 across Louisiana, but there was no-one there to see.
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