#blue highways

fromReckless Chants #25, August 2019

I love the country highways at dusk & dawn. I love the backroads on August afternoons, the rolling hills, the moldering cemeteries next to rushing rivers. I love the old folk songs stuck in my head, the scratch & pop of my own personal field recordings. I love the tallgrass prairie, what’s left of it, the little protected patches of big bluestem & needle grass, bee-balm & spiderwort. I love the small towns & the faded signs, the Twi-Lite Motel. I love the blue highways at twilight when the whole world turns liminal, & o, I love it when the rain comes on.