What up, world?
I’ve had a busy Monday after a relaxing weekend that included a trip to Bowling Green, Kentucky with my partner-in-crime, AP. Bowling Green is about an hour north of Nashville – just far enough to feel like you’re getting out of town without logging a ton of miles.
The longest road trip I’ve ever been on found my companions and I driving from Michigan to Washington state, down the coast to Los Angeles, across to Las Vegas, down through Phoenix to Albuquerque, up through Denver to Nebraska and back home. Many days the only real meal we’d eat would be breakfast as one gets the most bang for one’s buck when skimping on the move.
Ever since then, breakfast and road trips go hand in hand for me and Bowling Green is a road breakfast paradise! Just off the highway there is a Bob Evans, a Cracker Barrel, an IHOP, a Denny’s and TWO Waffle Houses!
After a-lingering over massive platters of grits, eggs, bacon, waffles, sausages, hashbrowns, toast and coffee, AP gave me a short tour of the place including driving past a cemetery where her ancestors are taking their rest. Driving home on a cool, damp, melancholy day, I wrote this poem on my phone:
A Verse for a Kentucky Cemetery
Southern smoke rise in a plume.
The winter bride takes
a winter groom
in the winter’s grasp
on a Southern tomb.
Joe Nolan <3
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