what I meant when I said roadtrip

I have no beer tonight. Sigh. I would very much rather have a buzz at this point, but I suppose it's for the best. So instead of my drunken ramblings we'll have a poem.

She said...

"Let's go catch a sunset"
her cinder block walls and
the unconditioned heat
squeezed us into my car
for Noxubee, a refuge.
God teased us with the glory of
a pink reflected setting sun
then loosed a plague
of horseflies.

"Can't stop here"
oh well.
We crept between a swamp
and dust covered trees
into the gap of forest's teeth
at the first intersection
an obligatory left hand turn
led us past a 92 year old church

"Mi-ssi-ssi-ppi"
rocks gave way to pavement
and acceleration
we passed a catfish farm
waved to a woman walking there

"Are we in Yazoo?"
no
but Brooksville was next
and a town found meant:
yes, I'm lost
but- at least
I know where I'm going-
Highway 45's alternate, to West Point
a well lit ghost town
Anthony's and Antique's on the Main
sank me

"What's going on with you?"
reminders of a lost friend
and another story
backtracking is bad luck on roadtrips
Highway 50 freed us
I have a nifty map light

"This goes to 389 at Feeby"
which is spelled Pheeba
but 389 meant home
and the horizon moon showed me
that heavenly bodies mingle
to torture Buicks.