Leather Planes and Tambourine Trains: A poem by Timothy Tarkelly

By Timothy Tarkelly

 

Leather Planes and Tambourine Trains

The lights are lining a midwest runway.
The slowest flight takes off.
Leather soles on gravel…
Never got its nose off of the ground.
The weeds keep waving goodbye in the breeze.
Empty.
And almost to the beat of a tambourine train,
jingling in the distance.
Too far too run,
too fast to catch.
Simple drums for this wannabe tramp.
Just the steady, slow-ass march
of leather on gravel.


Timothy Tarkelly is from Kansas. He has an MA in Theatre (Drama Therapy) from Kansas State University and is a member of the National Writer’s Union (UAW, local 1981).

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