Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ETERNITY BLUES, by HAYDEN CARRUTH

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First Line: I just had the old dodge in the shop
Last Line: To reach me. I drove on. Then I bust out crying
Subject(s): Blues (mood); Country Life; Music & Musicians

I just had the old Dodge in the shop
with that same damned front-end problem,
and I was out, so to speak, for a test run,

loafing along, maybe 35 m.p.h.,
down the old Corvallis road,
holding her out of the ruts and potholes.

That's out in Montana, the Bitterroot Valley.
Long ways from home is how they say it.
Long ways from home, boys, long long ways from home.

Might as well not put this clunker in the shop
and keep my hard-earned in my pocket,
she wobbles and humps like a scared rabbit.

But it's a real fine summer day in Corvallis,
and I'm loafing along watching the sprayers
do their slow drag on the fields of alfalfa,

and I come to a side road with a little green sign
says "Kurtz Lane" and I said to myself out loud,
"Mistah Kurtz -- he alive. Him doing just fine,"

because of the sign, you see, and because I'm lonesome
and maybe kind of bitter in spite of the sunshine.
It's still a goddamn long ways from home.

That's one thing, though, that Heart of Darkness,
I read that story every year, I never forget
that crazy old son-of-a-bitch, that Kurtz.

And the next thing I see about a quarter-mile
down the road is somebody small on the shoulder,
a kid looking for a ride home, I figure.

And he's a kid all right, maybe ten or eleven,
but no Montana boy, he's an Oriental,
one of those Laotians that got resettled.

Can't figure why they brought them to Montana.
He's got those big eyes and caved-in cheeks
like the pictures on the TV during Vietnam,

and his mouth is open a little. I say to myself,
I'll give him a ride if he wants, and I even
begin to slow down, but he didn't

put up his thumb. Just when I went by, he waved,
real quick and shy, but still like he was trying
to reach me. I drove on. Then I bust out crying.

Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA
98368-0271, www.cc.press.org

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