Interstate Poems - Poems about Interstate

Tensile strength bonding us, forever friends, holding hands, eyes heavenward, we three are ONE, One with the jungle, one with the trees, ...

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On Interstate 5 In A Greyhound Bus mother pauline boards the big greyhound double decker her freckled son goes before her wearing a cub scout cap hurry up she says as they climb the stairs to the upper deck the bus driver tips his cap and starts the greyhound engine mother pauline tells the little boy they are...

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The faces I most long to see, are no where Everywhere no longer exist here Streaks of fractured light Drops of water on camera lenses Objects may appear closer than they are Pray for the moments I could sit still in the sea of red lights My hope gets caught in spiritual traffic You can't read the signs if it's something...

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What the heck's the matter with you mate, And why are you on the interstate? I'm growing increasingly irate. That's why your driving I will berate, If you don't quickly increase your rate. Next, I'll pull all the hair out of my pate. God forbid that I should have to wait....

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interstate driving wouldn't be that bad if people would just stay in their own lane...

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Traveling up an interstate highway Round down about in a midwestern cove Speedometer cruise control sets low Going down interstate by the way Full tank of E-15 gas, eating on a corn cob Every reflective highway road marker Sparkle even in the day light Taking a break from daily mundane toil and job Wheels spinning round concrete partials Suns shining on asphalt...

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I am sure Interstate 94 is on that map! My husband is getting impatient now. I have been telling him for an hour. I am not good at reading maps. He is finally paying attention. “It is NOT ON HERE!” I yell. He finally pulls off at an exit. “This is an Indiana map! We are in Michigan!” That would explain my confusion...

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TWYLA THARP AND INTERSTATE 81 I had been watching a documentary about a white-haired woman, a legendary master of creative processes whose intensity of focus was a cautionary tale of explosive ideas at the expense of deep love directly delivered and, in spite of myself, I liked her anyway The force of her will was overwhelming and seductive, ten minutes in –...

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commuting fast highway teeming with traffic morning and evening jams exasperating Written July 28, 2022...

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It was a stressful drive Up north I-seventy-five The rain came pouring down Water, water, all around Semi-trucks carrying loads Vie for places on road I was in middle lane Trying to remain sane Suddenly, a cloud burst In the gray, rainy mist The car in front - me at rear Seemed to disappear The burst yielded splashes Obliterated dash- To keep one's facing nerve Thankfully, there's no curve All traveling...

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It was a stressful drive Up north I-seventy-five The rain came pouring down Water, water all around Semi- trucks carrying loads Vie for places on road I was in middle lane Trying to remain sane Suddenly, a cloud burst In the gray, rainy mist The car in front – me at rear Seemed to disappear The burst yielded splashes Obliterated dash- To keep one’s facing nerve Thankfully, there’s no curve All...

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Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981 I was driving a new red Mustang with T-tops I felt sizzling hot Everyone ahead of me was inching along What is wrong with all these OLD people? I raced around them I had never heard of black ice And now I was its victim. My Mustang flew off Interstate 80 I was upside down, ready...

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I met a nice fellow from Nebraska Talked about his sister in Alaska Said she was still single And ready to mingle “If available,” he said, “I’ll ask-a.” June 13, 2021...

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Redding Poem 4 “Flying Down Interstate 5” We departed Redding at 3:45, In the dead of an October night. Those tumultuous streets were morgues then, As we raced to the deserted Interstate 5, Zooming across the snoozing Sacramento River, Going at a constant speed of 85, Passing the snoring cities of Red Bluff, Chico and Yuba City, Slicing through the darkness of...

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Some put on their blinkers. Others do not. Some are listening to the radio, Hopefully something tasty and hot. Some pass on the left, Others pass on the right. I am down the middle, Watching the traffic, oh, so bright. Some are looking at the cell phones, The vivid colors, dancing sweet. They may not make it to loved ones They were so anxious to meet. Some...

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