Ken Gierke
Riding in Comfort to Kingston
That RV hanging off the back of a wrecker
is weaving back and forth on the highway
to Kingston with the back wall blown right off.
I’m riding with John Dorsey, and we both know
there’s got to be one helluva story behind it.
Looking inside, it’s almost all gone.
There’s not even a kitchen sink in there,
but stretched across the back of the trailer
is a plush leather couch that looks
a lot more comfortable than the seats
we’re sitting in. Is it burgundy?
Hell, I don’t know, but I can almost see
Les Claypool putting his feet up
swilling down a can of pork soda
and thinking this’ll never fit in the garage.
Meanwhile, John’s wishing they would
head to Barb’s Books. A couch like that
would be perfect for poetry readings.
January 15, 2024 at 3:41 pm
Thanks, Scot.
January 15, 2024 at 3:52 pm
[…] of my “random riffs,” Riding in Comfort to Kingston, is featured at Rusty Truck. Regarding the poem… – This actually happened last summer […]
January 15, 2024 at 4:54 pm
A slice of life!
January 15, 2024 at 6:30 pm
Yet another totally engrossing road trip. Thanks!