Another American Poem

Two beers and a long drive
The loneliness
I can no longer hear the music
Another church
Another decaying town
Countless trees
with bright green bulbs about to burst
My mother is getting old
I have visions of visions
and when I know what either mean I’ll let you know
The fog is rolling in
I should get gas before Vermont
Nary a moose or bear in all these miles, which makes me want to cry
Years ago I pulled over and swam in this lake
and a few hours later the cops tried to take me in
for sleeping among the dwindling stars
Frogs hop in the headlights
some, unavoidably caught beneath my tires, will never again go peep peep peep in the night
God, this loneliness