Telecaster

October 27, 2017

dry lightning nervous in the nightsky
(a Telecaster jitter)
north of northeast Texas
in maybe Oklahoma

It was cold in Amarillo
the parking lot was full of truckers
and my dreams were full of air brakes
and the red smudged mouth
of a girl I saw
in hot pants in the hall

and the world’s top came off
in the Magdalena mountains
on a blueblack November evening
in nineteen and ninety-one

and the radio greened soft
in the Magdalena mountains
after I left Socorro behind me
and the Laker game was on
and I was finally gone


2 Comments

  • Comment by duggles — Oct 29,2017 at 6:05 pm

    I love it, but my curse is trying to read too much literal stuff into poems… Is this about a real event that happened in the Magdadelana Mountains?

  • Comment by Philip Martin — Oct 30,2017 at 8:54 am

    Hi Doug,

    It’s a pretty literal account of my leaving Little Rock — actually on Halloween 1991 — for Phoenix via the scenic route through New Mexico. Never been so lonely as I was crossing those mountains — there is nothing out out there.

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