Treasure Island

Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Coming Home Memphis


My tailpipe spewing out acid rain
I am M-i... on my way
To s-s-i-s-s and be damned
What I say...-i-p-p-i

Crossing the state line is heaven's door
I am released, hit the floor
Old leadfoot is on his way

Coffee and whiskey my mainstay
Haul'n fast and reliably
No matter what they say

Tupelo... past it's gates
New Albany is gone
Holly Springs was a pleasantry passing
Memphis coming home

Cotton dust tastebud stuff
You can call'em hills
If you must

Pine or oak whatever your choice
Mississippi soiled your luck
Tunica technically trounced you

78 or 55 I feel alive
Middle of the white line I glide
Coming home to Memphis
Inside I am outside of myself

Submitted: Monday, August 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013

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  • Leah Ayliffe (5/4/2014 10:54:00 PM)

    Another gorgeous write, this one makes me excited to be hitting up Memphis this August :) (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (9/4/2013 2:57:00 PM)

    A very joyous ride to your down home Mississippi. Had to have been a place that
    you enjoyed growing up as a child. The line that your tailpipe was spewing out acid
    rain only added to the gaity of your poem. I am sure it did not do anything to better
    the environment (smile) . An awesome write. (Report) Reply

  • Princess Lilypad (9/1/2013 2:34:00 AM)

    Make a great song. i' m a musician, I could hear a chugging accompniament, anticipation, but getting to where you always are. we have all felt this. fine expression indeed. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (8/28/2013 8:58:00 AM)

    Amidst all these obstacles our human spirit triumphs and nestles back in our dear inner self after initial flopping. The home coming portrayed time and again tells me, Hey man, have you ever lived a man`s life of the kind? My little joys of the teen age that included swimming in the shallow waters of our village and later daring to close down the college gates while striking against a system or a machinery all vanish from memory when I read these lines of manly recollection of yours Thomson. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/28/2013 7:00:00 AM)

    Lovely journey to home...Memphis. I don't know much regarding this place...I searched in internet...Beautiful place captured in this lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (8/22/2013 5:54:00 AM)

    Wow awesome poetic ride trip, enjoyd d scenes all d way to memphis.
    Pls chk out my horses poem, my latest. Tnx (Report) Reply

  • Dave Walker (8/22/2013 2:40:00 AM)

    A great poem, like it, like the first stanza on your way to Mississippi.
    A great write. (Report) Reply

  • Vera Sidhwa (8/21/2013 3:38:00 PM)

    You're describing an unknown place to me. I like your details in the poem. ...coffee an whiskey..
    are you mainstay. That was so cool to say. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (8/21/2013 11:09:00 AM)

    Homecoming is always exciting, especially after being in strange places! Crossing Mississipi, you are nearing Memphis which I suppose is your native place! Once back home, you are outside of yourself with no restraints! Enjoyed this journey! (Report) Reply

  • Lucifera Santez (8/20/2013 9:12:00 AM)

    it tells its own story.
    the words play a piece of memory.
    its i guess a nostalgic write for you.
    i liked it.
    i have posted couple of new poems, please read and comment on them, whenever you get the time.
    :) (Report) Reply

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