DANCE OF THE BUG AND BEE

Along Colorado I-70

Bounce above the windshield glass

Above the concrete grease and grass

 

Blur and fester in the waves

Surf above what passion paves

 

Twirl of sky and fumes and heat

Smell of cow and cars and wheat

 

Blister sun and pucker tar

Where the asphalt flowers are

 

Bliss of speed and summer sound

Rushing wildly with the ground

 

Whirl of wheels and world and air

Girl with colors in their hair

 

Faster faster barcarolle

They hate us for our rock and roll

 

Feint on asphalt fall and prance

End of song and skip and dance

 

Tippet Alley

July 25th, 1998