Bus to Nashville

No sleep,
Tennessee green moves back
to a town,
hour there for breakfast,
sultry air.
She worked quickly,
handing out plates of eggs,
pouring coffee,
making change.
How do I speak
to a Memphis negress?
Through all the noise
of a history of grief,
How do I unspeak?

Want to write
Bus move makes
funny shapes funny
lines
of flat land
across train yards
Sun haze on bay on
tracks
Brown hill underpass
bricks and
smoke smell
overpass oil tanks
Sun flash trees up to
sky pale evening
Car Car Car
Sign
Car Car
Light
And off slow dark mountains