Channeling Route 66
By Chopper Kate
Mother Road,
spinner of wheels and dreams,
bearing us forth into this land of wonders,
bursting at the seams,
“Freedom!” her gift and lullaby song
beckoning us still further along
than we’ve ever been before.
Can you take me there,
back in time, when and where
you were more than just a memory?
Ghostly echoes in the wind,
Peter Pan voices from backseats begin.
Highway games and singalong songs,
rib jabs and pigtail pulls,
“Don’t make me stop this car!”
“Are we there yet? How far?”
Long before Ipods and DVDs;
brothers and sisters talked and teased.
Look to the left, look to the right!
Enticing as a siren’s song,
Rainbow rows of advertisements
vied for our attention and sight.
Begging us to stay and linger,
To search for treasure and marvel
at those amazing sights with each new point of a finger.
“Hey, did you see that?”
Oddities and anomalies the old highway
wears as easy as fringe on old buckskin.
Moving and shaking, tantalizing, she draws us in.
We wrote our names with black lava rocks
on pale desert sand. A legacy to all who pass,
“I was here and still I am!”
Old route towns lay cracked and emptied
like countless eggshells from forgotten diners.
Falling all too thoughtless from our hands.
Feel the hunger pains, for all that’s past.
Longing for that feeling, like a first kiss
and we wished again that you would last…
forever.
