Hot meets cold
twisting the sky inside out
driving toward Memphis
our minds on the past
it’s midnight in mid afternoon.
Fields on fire with lighting strikes,
hail clattering on the windshield,
any minute the rain will come
pouring down like Noah’s flood
and us like all the other sinners
racing for shelter, hearts beating fast.
Wedged between big rigs
we watch a Wonder Bread sign
fly by and we laugh
for the first time in 200 miles.
You and me,
rocked by the wind.
No where to go and nothing to do
but wait it out in this landscape
of delta blues.