poem: Road Souls by Dandelion de la Rue

We met in El Paso
In the place outside the station
where smokers go and
smoke and talk with
voices low
amid the bus rumbles
and diesel smells

I liked the round scar
under your eye
a souvenir from a
broken beer bottle
in some Texas roadhouse
I think.

We recognized eath other
Two Road Souls
kindred spirits going different ways
But I know you’re out there
Greyhound Man
And my world is bigger
for the knowing of it.