The Bus through Jonesboro, Arkansas

Matthew Henriksen

 
Inanimate intimacy in the plural
Couples under their dark covers
The distance between one body and another
An echo chamber against every stone
The distance between lovers in a rock-lashing wave
The solitude of two together under the waters of night
Or the flattened space between two people on a bus
Talking above the low beams of a few lost trucks
Seeking their destruction or their portion elsewhere
A road imagined as a slick for words in a discrete stream
Flawless enamel the tongue slides along
Or skates off into a future illumined within a highway sign
At the lip of revelation comes denouement or slow torturous sleep
Because traveling does not follow music
Only music brings the body down from the sky
The solid body in its partial form
 
Copyright © 2011 by Matthew Henriksen. Used with permission of the author.

Further Reading

Poems about Travel
Don’t Let Me Be Lonely [On the bus two women argue]
by Claudia Rankine
And the Trains Go On
by Philip Levine
Baudelaire in Airports
by Amy King
California Plush
by Frank Bidart
Cattails
by Nikky Finney
Dark Matter
by Jack Myers
Evening Song
by Sherwood Anderson
Flying
by Sarah Arvio
Go Greyhound
by Bob Hicok
I am Raftery the Poet
by Anthony Raftery
Looking for The Gulf Motel
by Richard Blanco
Out-of-the-Body Travel
by Stanley Plumly
Passing Through Albuquerque
by John Balaban
Road Warriors
by Charles Wright
Slow Waltz Through Inflatable Landscape
by Christian Hawkey
Souvenir from Anywhere
by Harryette Mullen
The Highwayman
by Alfred Noyes
The Strange Hours Travelers Keep
by August Kleinzahler
The Tinajera Notebook
by Forrest Gander
The Traveling Onion
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Travel
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Travel
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Traveling
by Malena Mörling
Traveling Light
by Linda Pastan
Trip Hop
by Geoffrey Brock
Window
by Carl Sandburg
Window Seat: Providence to New York City
by Jacqueline Osherow