Driving alone through upstate New York
Watching for cops set up in the medians,
as I listen to “Speed Trap Town”.
The lead-colored clouds that have
stalked me all morning are
spattering the windshield
with liquid buckshot and now
Jason Isbell is making it rain
inside my sunglasses as well.
Nice!
“making it rain
inside my sunglasses as well.”
Love that ending
Personal poetry survives…
If Jason Isbell can’t make you cry, nobody can!
nice:
cry me a river:
nothing here
that can’t be left
behind
(Isbel in Cincy Jul 1)
Dude I have family in Rushford, NY what brought you all the ways up there?