after three nights in jail,



i head north from toyovale,
switch to 285 in pecos, head up to red bluff.
my walk's real steady and my eyes are real cold,
but i feel like i'm all of sixteen years old,
lost in a travelodge with the television on with the sound down,
i don't feel so tough

old issues of sunset magazine to read,
sleep for 12 hours,
and dream about home.

i have no place to go so i drive up to new mexico,
fix my eyes in the rear view when i cross the stateline.
and i panic i guess, although it's quite late
i take the first exit to 128,
i am coming back to midlind,
and i hope you don't mind.

polaroids of the two of us scattered on the passenger's seat,
i drive slowly,
and evenly,
and i dream about home.

-jd