Covered Bridge
Searching for the covered bridge and the leaves orange, yellow, red
in radiant brilliance soon to be dead
I found a small cafe in the sleepy corner of town while getting
off the merry go round
I grilled the lady at the counter like some old gumshoe sifting
false from true
I eschewed the coffee for a sandwich on rye thinking where I'd
been, where I was going and just how I'd get by
I stayed after closing like some drunk at 3 in the morning but
it was only 2 in the afternoon
I took a cell phone call and decided that was all as I changed my mind and took that Kenyan coffee out the door
driving through the multicolored countryside and wanting nothing
more
2015
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