you tumbleweed from town to town
breathing dust on deserted main streets.
red warning lights blink mysteriously
on the dashboard of your rental car.
roll into a tire shop where you’re left
unexpectedly to your own devices
in the dazzling glare of the yard,
without knowing what’s going on
longing for a cool place in the shade,
dreaming of a time when you can
slow as you walk in the sand.
This poem originated from a misheard Bruce Springsteen lyric in ‘Born to Run’. Instead of ‘Oh some day girl I don’t know when/We’re going to get to that place/Where we really wanna go/And we’ll walk in the sun’, I heard the last couplet as ‘Where we really want to slow/As we walk in the sand’, which I thought beyond romantic even though I suppose it didn’t really rhyme.