Easy Rider




Ch. 2: South to the Rio, and Beyond

 

Jackson taxis to one-eight.

It's just dawn.

He mutters to himself—

 

Cessna one-eight-zero-five-three departing to the south,

he pushes the throttle to the wall,

lets off the brakes. The one-seventy-two

 

eases down the dirt runway.

Airborne, staying under five-hundred feet AGL,

steering well clear of Tucumcari,

 

keeping the sun on his port wing, he hoists his flask—

Here's to the first oft the day—nik, nik, nik,

touching the Colt forty-five under his arm out of habit,

 

raises the flask one more time—

Here's to you Dewey-boy. Indians.

 





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Written on 2015-05-24 at 03:06

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice story well done Jim
2017-04-25


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Not quite sure how or why I missed this one Jim. It's right up my alley. C172 and all! Heading south and into Old Mexico and up to no good. I want in on this ride! Foxtrot Tango Alfa!!

Joe
2015-11-01



Nice italics, jim! It does sound adventurous.
Applause!
2015-06-22


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
It is the beginning of an interesting adventure for sure.
2015-05-26



It sounds like you are going there by air and you are having fun.
Ashe :-)
2015-05-25



It sounds like you are going there by air and you are having fun.
Ashe :-)
2015-05-25


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done! It sounds like the beginning of something, but I guess that it doesn't have to be.
2015-05-24