The Burger King at the Seattle Grayhound Station

poem about travel
poem about sleeping on the back
seat of the Greyhound driving
south thru circles of light
down Interstate 5

poem about God
poem about highways
written on the road
written in concrete
written on the back
of the man at the Greyhound
station who said "Dude,
do you want to buy an apple
for a dollar? I'm trying
to get enough for a ticket home."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"Depends on how many apples you buy."