From Memphis Through Mississippi To New Orleans.

We go through the darkness, again

Notching the light of the flower moon.

Scraping median jagged smooth 92.

Midnight shaking mountain goats

Strumming blue Mississippi sound

Fighting death in the cockpit.

UV rest-stop foglights

Flittering eyes slashing leaves

Abyssal calendar, dating void streams.

Antler gored chigger bush

Eating tires and road cones.

Killing Bambi with a stare.

 I-40 tells Memphis to slow down. 

And she isn't answering. 

We're chasing the handicapped.

Wheelchair racing to Muddy Waters

With a flux capacitor 

Jumping potholes 

With a 9th street mugging. 

Flickering Elvis, eye-rolls

Getting creamed by Waste Management

Riding as phantoms on fire.  

Hickahala Creek devouring   

The Senitobia bleed of Coldwater Marshes,

Saluting the strings moving through Como. 

That deviled dog is back!

Strewn trash and refuse,

Chewing tires to Jackson.

Soybean pine eating ravines

Conceiving record spin thoughts

Moving eras in a pause.

Seeing the blues with steering hands.

Fuck your 10 and 2!

We like it 8 to 1.

Shifting lanes to even the odds. 

Ebenezer at '91.

What up, Holmes?!

Little Red takes an axe through the woods,

Shredding solos under a delta pitchfork sun

550 miles, Barbeque daisy dukes &

Wildflowers scuffing tread—

And I would walk five-hundred more.

Big Black River.

Will the Dead Armadillo sustain the crane operator?

Hauling Hunter through Mississippi...

The Brookhaven livestock asylum 

Gently reminds us to keep Mississippi beautiful 

With 67,000 pieces of plastic on the road.  

You can find Independence in a 1/2 mile 

Trading glances with Cab Callaway. 

Standing at a comedy show

Talking about how women want deeper dick

But you never hear a man scream for shallower pussy. 

Four backpacks shuffle through the bar 

In their Methican jig. 

Machetes fly at Checkpoint Charlie's

While recovering from the sounds 

On Frenchman Street. 

Eleven prisoners escape from the penitentiary.

Two hide out at The Muses. 

As I wave at one, the next morning 

While everyone questions their whereabouts. 

Buckle up, Alabama. Slow down Memphis!