Monday, January 30, 2006

Performing bison
a spectacle for tourists—
Roadside attraction.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Polished toothsome smile
Painted lady of the street
Cherry Thunderbird

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Tailfins in a field,
tended daily by Pilgrims—
A strange farm indeed!

Thursday, January 19, 2006

a sign gives warning:
no shoes no shirt no service
surprise—no wallet!

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Forsaking big shoulders,
our destiny takes us West
to El Dorado.

Monday, January 16, 2006

Ahead desert looms,
the iron steed comes to drink—
Last Chance For Gas.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Awake I listen
to nearby thundering—
A room by the tracks.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Traveler's message
Hastily penned far from home:
"Wish You Were Here. . . ."

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

bright windows at dawn
server flashes her best smile.
pork belly sizzles.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

I forgot to mention that I'd never attempted any haiku until just the last several days, so you're looking at my very first few forays.

the amber light I slow—
passed by a Woody.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

I decided to start this blog off with a haiku (original post below). If you're unfamiliar with this terse poetic style, a Google search on the term yields some informative results. Traditionally, a haiku's subject matter tends to be simple observations of the natural world, so to devote this blog to haiku about the Mother Road (a decidedly man-made entity) is deliberately perverse or something. Here's another:

Venturesome spirits
follow the serpent west;
Joyous summer spent.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Words of light beckon.
A hum, a flash, now glowing:
Stop here—VACANCY!