The Blues won’t ask
permission
as it infiltrates
your soul
Each riff a lesion
around your heart
each wail
heartbreak untold
The Blues wont grant
forgiveness
for those roads on which
you strayed
But the thing it wills
inside you
is the mojo
— that you play
(Kingston Mines: January, 2026)
Blues Poem #20
Pickup
Everything leans towards you, a ranch, a sunset,
one of those pink and mauve and purple jobs
torn from the pages of an old Arizona
Highways magazine. The gate to the corral
is white but all worn out and flaky, and the horses
all have wheels in their eyes and wheels within
those wheels like the transmission
of that rusted yellow Studebaker pickup up
on blocks out back. No one
drives by anymore, but there's a for sale sign
anyway, hanging from a chain, a rusty bucket
shot full of holes on the porch,
and the front door swings back and forth,
open and shut, reveals s female figure
whom the old man took in after the accident,
who lived there briefly, offering some solace,
until the boys came home on one of their visits
and turned her inside out and she wound up
weaving in her best dress down the dirt road to town
wondering if they'd ever leave her alone again.
Two nights later the horses leaped over the fence,
the rosettes in their eyes spun and spun until
they ignited, and people, even those who lived in town,
saw flaming horses plunge across the sky.
TANKA PROSE (57 words)
Roads to self-discovery can be illuminating or naught.
San Francisco's Meals on Wheels ordered the hard-shelled lobster,
gets all-steamed--had to 86-it. Ordered the Prime instead ...
my 6-month subscription starts next week. That's why I only drink alone,
or with someone else. The old Studebaker is history in the making like one happy family.
in, we all get
one at a time
family outing
end of Market St
turned, we did ...
Where are my old white corsets
Right next to your candy cigarettes
Hey! We didn't get today's edition of 'Grit'
It's canceled. They use bad words now like 'Guck' and 'Spit'
Oh, and I can't seem to find my orange Pez dispenser
I threw it out. They've proved that Pez causes cancer
By the way, have you seen the Sunday funnies
They're a no-go, ever since they canceled 'Pogo'
You know I've got two tickets for the Brooklyn Dodgers
Ha, ha, ha! Even Sandy Koufax is just an old codger
Then I'm going cruising in my new Studebaker
--with that benchwarmer from the Minneapolis Lakers?
Before I forget, don't throw away my bottle of royal blue ink
Ball point pens been around since '38, sister, even in pink
So you shan't think me old-fashioned, I just bought a brand-new TV!
-Yeah, a nine-inch black-and-white with vacuum tubes that smile at me
But I paid for it with five million Wheaties box tops!
That's crazy... I think I'll start collecting used lemon drops...
Noax and American Concrete
Bought the rights to
Packard Motors ,
Studebaker, Duesberg Motors
and are looking to expand the company.
It's believe ambitious and prosperous
invested wish to invest and sell the
new company, to gain a huge profit.
Merger movement! Aquisition, Recreate.
restore and sell.
The flipping market of aquisition!
The impossible things of former
and current position , bought future the
Reestaishon of current conditions.
In mind of all things considered.
Old Eddie was a “has been” pizza maker
With a recipe rejected by even a faker.
He tried a new blend
However in the end
It was as passe as his ’65 Studebaker.
My Dad gave us a car that was
Clean, clean, clean
Yeah it was old but it drove
Like a Cadillac and had a shine like over pressed slacks
We always had wheels to go to and fro
Because the Hooptie King kept us out of the cold
Our cars weren’t new
But four wheels
Beat two shoes
We had a convertible, a Studebaker with
Continental doors
Moms drove a little white Ford Falcon
1964
Pops was a roadrunner and I guess
He figured we’d be one too
So he provided us with love, a house
And plenty transportation
To do what we had to do
We missed Paramount Ave.
We go straight into a lane of downright bafflement
We meet again—on the wrong time
We arrived an hour late…great job…
We go straight into Studebaker—what a moment
We meet again—on the right time!
They now lie vacant and still.
In the past, drivers came for a fill.
With clean restrooms and soda machines,
these stops were once places with lively scenes.
“Let me check your oil and clean your windshield.”
That is what attendants said at Esso and Richfield.
There was also Sinclair, Atlantic, and Flying-A.
These names are all part of an earlier day.
They were there to help motorists on their way.
Whether they drove a Hudson, Studebaker, or Thunderbird,
service was always the key word.
The pumps are rusty and the windows are boarded.
The old signs are now damaged and distorted.
Walls of the buildings are overgrown with ivy.
Business was brisk at the height of their activity.
However, all that was there is only a memory.
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