poetry by j matthew waters

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three days on the road

the top is down
tom petty and del
my backseat companions
roses and irises freshly cut
buckled in the front seat

I’m bound to discover
how many revolutions per minute
my little four banger can go
at least high enough
to make my eyes well up

mile markers
look like little green crosses
for some reason
reminding me of missions
so many moons ago

highway sounds fluctuate
like those cumulus clouds
playing peek-a-boo with the sun
affecting the radio waves
and my erratic memories

july two thousand nineteen
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buckle up and best of luck

look out for those high tension cables
chevy pickup truck
you cannot leap like the deer

white lines on frozen concrete
come and go like the wind
exposing black ice and bruised souls

occasionally wooden crosses
appear out of nowhere
adorned with garlands and playthings

digital readerboards overhead
count the number of dead
recently reset on january first

march two thousand seventeen
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Highway Rhythm and Blues

Shining brightly on stage
in her girl-singer suit
her diverse voice invoking
emotions to even the
least concerned listener

There is loneliness
on the road to stardom
unknown and unexplained
as all eyes watch her
barreling to that next place

Mistrust at various angles
jump from behind telephone lines
hoping to catch her off guard
and taking advantage of
her future earnings

Cutting through the noise
and preparing to live her dreams
she sings herself to sleep
to a lullaby intended
to comfort lonely children

april two thousand sixteen
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phantom highway

one hundred miles an hour
is not that fast compared
to the past ten years
gone in a flash
such a blurry mess
god knows where everything
lost or stolen ended up

chasing the southern sun
down a divided highway
a cold one on my lap
flashing red lights
materialize in my rear view
sirens demanding I pull over
this souped-up monster

I don’t think I’ll let them
catch me today
and I disappear by bleeding
into the faraway landscape
my mind and body seemingly
finding new life
plugged into this fine machine

february two thousand fifteen
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the city is near

I merge onto route one
around midnight
a cup of coffee
shaking in my hand
another placed
in the holder

in the back seat
my darling exhales angrily
pleading with baby
and begging the lord
to give us more time

I race past the limit
chasing the new moon
and hugging the white line
laughing at the thought
I’m a daddy any minute

july two thousand twelve
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