WEEKEND ON THE ROAD

On the road

drinking in first light

three days

into the season

and in a rushed flurry

of holiday traffic

when my heart

suddenly beats me up

and raises the pitch

of traveling noise

by a huge moving jam

filling each lane
near the toll booth

as neon lights

kick me off the highway

running into car trouble

yet I'm still playing sax

in a Van Gogh day dream

safe in a field of sunflowers

when totally refreshed

yet famished 

near an all night diner

and gas station

under green apple trees

as my tire is fixed

by the dirt side road
of a wide strip.