Poem: Route 66

There is peace on these American roads
Stretches of no man’s land
Where there used to be family farms
Before the banks foreclosed
And the family moved to California
To join the Joads in chasing the dream

Poem: Old Roads

The road ended
So we abandoned the car
Walking down dirt roads
Under the canopy of trees
We exchanged smoke
Between stories of the past
Looking back I’m not sure
Who was trying to impress who