TWILIGHT

TWILIGHT

A thousand miles later, and
after midnight, I pull out of the 

fog where the Texas wind has 

painted the sides of things
with a coating of snow.

In the sky, a misty moon smiles
through thin clouds to make ghosts

of the occasional semis haunting

the eastbound lanes or blowing

by me in the night.

Muddy Waters, B. B. King and

Mike Bloomfield see me through

with memories of how we danced

our slow foreplay from that blue

Wisconsin lake all the way to our

Tennessee farm and that nest we

built in the hay.

We did fine, didn’t we? Our blood in 

flames, bellies full of beauty. Your eyes 

painted me with Renoir red, our joy an 

excruciating fire where we did our private 

ballroom waltz.

I still ache when you sneak up on me like this,

catch me unawares, surprise me with the ice of

your presence to push what’s left of who I was

into the dark, and remind me of what happened 

that warm afternoon on the Llano Estacado when

you closed your eyes for the very last time.

For some reason, the sun seems late, and the

wheel is suddenly uncomfortable in my hands. 

My back hurts and the coffee, like everything

else, has soured in my stomach.

So, here I am, stuck in time, alone on this

highway, listening to to the blues. I just wish 

I knew where in the world I’m going.

Copyright 

Vol Lindsey

05/24/2023

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Now this I love
I’ll be back to read lots more of you
I love the singer quotes
And the mood

[Vol]

You are always welcome, milady...

[Lorry]

Where would we be without the blues to keep us company, on those long night time drives?
Did we ever know where we were going?
One thing is for sure, it used to be easier, before we realised how messed up now is!

[Vol]

Lorry,
I wanted to include Pete Fountain, but couldn't seem to fit him in. Sometimes, when I am alone at home, doing my chores, I dance my way through them listening to all kinds of blues, my broom an unwilling partner... The world today just sucks, but not my music.
Vol
Vol

[Lorry]

I do the same. BB King singing second hand woman, although when my neighbour hears it she always looks out to catch me doing it and laughs her head off. 😊

[Vol]

Lorry,
Ah, neighbors! Bukowski memorialized one in his poem "A Radio with Guts."