15.4.12

Image: The characteristic deep brown soil of Lamesa

 

63) Car fuelled and almost stowed, soon I’ll hit the road

To Lamesa, no more striving, a rest from all the driving

And I’ve a hunch I’ll be at Connie’s for lunch

 

64) Down the road stop for a snack, then back on track

Later to find I’d left New Mexico behind

On a Texas road I go, country music on the radio

Sound of ringing guitar inside my car

Central time says 20 to 11, like drivin’ through a musical heaven

 

65) Getting nearer Lamesa town, familiar soil deeply brown

Up ahead what can be seen, something like a smoke screen

No, really it’s just, the wind blowing up the dust

Across the road swirling, like a dervish whirling

Approaching like an enveloping fog, the whole road it seems to hog

The edge of the field and if, you didn’t know you’d swear it was a cliff

Slowly eerily getting nearer

Is there something eerily unseen like a horror movie scene?

Now I’m through, the roads clearer

So much for imagination, now on to my destination

 

66) After all the miles we met with smiles

Coffee then on the computer I went, e mails read, replies sent

Then help with a chore down to the local store

Almost caught hopping when a guy mistook ours for his shopping

He was taken aback, said “sorry” and gave it back

I said it was a pick up trick a sure winner

Get you to make conversation then invite you to dinner.

 

67) Washing done, ironing completed, unwanted e mails deleted

Photos down loaded to USB somebody else might want to see

Now sat on the porch in the ol’ rockin’ chair

Enjoyin’ a coke in the cool evenin’ air

Reflect on the day, I’ve come a long way

And tomorrow to KPET I’ll go to do my first American radio show