gigondas

after an all white desert I slept through into Nevada
prisons and slots and Mesas almost always far away
unless you were cresting them at Eighty-five

the landscape suddenly becomes California
Tahoe and the Sierra Nevadas
flat past Sacramento

eighty miles from San Francisco
stop in Davis
shag a bus ride

spilling tears in Northern California
the sky raising beauty of Shasta-Whiskeytown
humbling and uplifting

I-5 into Southern Oregon
where's it's proudly still
thirty years earlier

Borax in the bathroom
but

there's soon to be
good coffee