manifold poems

wandered out of the forest
up into a shiny rig
open road
miles and miles of
miles and miles
gospel songs
mixed up good
with outlaw country

fuel
for manifold poems

rig prayers

click wheel spins
rolling through
three thousand songs

bass rolls out
over the rush hour cars
stuck
  just music
       and time
for traffic jam prayers

new rig

still rising monk early
stumbling for coffee
up into the warming rig
short city hauls
replace
long temple halls


Brother Ollie ~ Trucker Poet