RV Blues

Here's an early draft of a blues poem:

RV Blues

Jolted awake by a shrieking alarm
Jolted awake at dark midnight it sounds
Shrill propane sensor screams problems it found.

Mountain park lures with pure beauty at night
Mountain air chills when stove fails to light
Shiver neath blankets piled to mountain heights

Hike to falls hidden in forests of green
Hike on pine needles with footprints our path
Rain clouds emerge, it's a sudden cold bath.

Swarms of cicada, our eve lull-a-bye
Cicada swarm and fly in our faces
A natural event, thirteen years between spaces.

Cellphone bars weaken so far from home
Cellphone fees climb with all roaming calls
Lost without cell connection, my spirit falls.

Bison rule roadways in Yellowstone Park
Bison herds lead a long line of cars
Our wildlife tour guides, we follow these stars.

Montana hills are a blanket of green
Mountain sky, a vast dome of blue light
Crystal clear streams spark this viewer's delight.

Fill up the tank, my friend, drive down the road
New sights you'll find, a road map will lead you
Don't let my tales give you the RV Blues.