Highway 61
The white lines stretch into the heat,Where asphalt and the desert meet.The radio plays a scratchy blues,To help me shake the heavy...
@ethan_w
“Ethan blends Southern gothic themes with the lyrical cadence of acoustic music. His poetry is dusty, raw, and full of character, often telling the stories of wanderers, broken hearts, and the long, lonely stretches of the American highway.”
The white lines stretch into the heat,Where asphalt and the desert meet.The radio plays a scratchy blues,To help me shake the heavy...
The Spanish moss hangs from the tree,A haunting, weeping canopy.The swamp is thick, the air is still,Beneath the shadow of the hill....
The needle spins and will not rest,Upon its brass and polished chest.I’ve lost the North, I’ve lost the way,Inside the fog of...