last day of September —
the wind shifts direction
from baseball to football

Santa Fe sunset —
yes I will have
another margarita

Turquoise Trail —
the Medicine Woman
double-bags my purchase

bad coffee sucks!

mmm and I encountered this eternal truth while blazing the Turquoise Trail today. Fortunately for all involved, the Coffee at the Java Junction in Madrid, New Mexico was very, very good.

crowded train —
the intermittent flicker
of a fluorescent light

crowded train —
imagining the inscription
on the back of her necklace

restless morning —
the dog barks
at a garbage truck

girl I'm just a Jeepster for your love...

After nearly 10 years of continuous service, and over 99,000 miles of darkening jaded suburban roads, faithful Blackie is being put out to pasture. That’s Number One Son Tim snarling from the passenger seat back in June.

Autumn wind —
a freight train
races by

September gridlock —
all the dead bugs
on my windshield

September sun —
the conductor’s
faded tattoo

another blast from the past

Here’s the photo ID from my Junior year of College juxtaposed with a fake ID crafted 28 years later. The crack down the middle is from when I used it to scrape ice from my windshield.