John Sarvay

Rookie (1968 / Richmond, Virginia)

This Is Not A Country Song - Poem by John Sarvay

As we drive this narrow rough of muted dirt, I might
admit – this one time – that you somehow drew me back.

Eyes half-closed, the door swung open
to the bare breeze, your feet pressed flat
against the heat-soaked dash.
You sat in the car singing like a thrush.

Gone as I was, I heard
the crackling twang of some lo-fi Lucinda
layered beneath the slender current of your voice.

Just within reach of your echoes,
I pushed past parched thistles, wrapped in dust and doubt.

Stumbling in the first husks, suddenly I am simply kneeling –
toes pressed back, bare knees crushed,
everything dry but the nape of my neck.

Your voice rose: following it,
I ignored the withering slash, lost in this thicket.

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  • (8/15/2005 11:10:00 AM)

    Any poem that mentions Lucinda Williams is a 10 in my book! ! ! ! Awesome x three! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 15, 2005

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