Backroads

I prefer the backroads:

the scenic historicisms

where traffic neither

flies nor crawls

but hums at constant.

Past vistas:

stone garage fronts

old paths with old names

dotted with bronze markers

about railroad this

and Civil War that

which you don't quite catch

as you pass them.

A more leisurely pace

where one can plot

future day trips.

Abandoned amusements

and renovated antiques,

good for a Sunday

except a Sunday

is the one day

they're not open.

Busy traveler,

you keep the interstate,

I will find my alternate

as my forefathers traveled . . .

drunk and with outstanding warrants.