Fumbling departure, race across the plains.
Details, details.
Electricity spirits, down to one lane.
East Texas, the greenest of all.
Huge pines, flea markets and yellow roses.
Looping, diagonally through the swamps.
Playlist with old Kanye, when he rapped.
Unreliable connections, Cajun cells.
Sunset on the Mississippi, festival lights.
The southern route, to 10.
Where the hurricanes came, and will again.
The Biloxi blues, a casino double down.
Nothing worse than meth heads, sad junkies.
Speedy little cars, smoking cigarette butts.
Temporary misfortune, our charmed life.
Past midnight, this town was sleeping.
Gulf of Mexico, with its white sandy shores.
Codes and keys, exhaustion and adreneline.
'Bama, got to erase my mind.