iguana highway
is not so much
a physical place
as a frame of
mind
where the
outliers scrape through life
in spite of
every aspersion
thrown from
the leather seats
of a rented
camaro convertible
playing the
music of the road
but missing
the meaning of it all
sure
the beach sand
is brown
beautiful in
every angle of the sun
but the road
goes beyond
all of that
the waters
will rage
as sure as the
colors
on the
get-a-way brochures
run
this isn't
about ink to paper
but about the
perseverance
it'll take to
make it
another day
the
sidestreets and alleys
are filled
with musicians and poets
they didn't
arrive in any particular cast
they're not
definite
in any one
plan or even two
but the bus to
miami
might as well
be to another planet
the mind and
heart will always return
to the
authentic but desperate song
having nowhere
else to carry it
it's said that
the iguana was transported
and placed
along the highway clandestinely
to spite the
other travelers
their bright
green
hides well in
the grass
and they move
with the speed
of a wild night
in south beach
even as the
artist starves alone
and the well
connected
change into
their evening suits
--- e b bortz
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