“Kathy”, I said as we boarded
a Greyhound in Pittsburgh,
“Michigan seems like a dream to me now.”
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw.
I’ve gone to look for America.

Laughing on the bus,
Playing games with the faces.
She said the man in the
gabardine suit was a spy.
I said “Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera.”