The Lost Continent: Travels in Small-Town America

I come from des moines, iowa

see, i never felt altogether

my mother only ever said

so, i flew to des moines

i drove on, without the radio or much in the way of thoughts

a woman about 75 was

missouri looked precisely

next door to the twain

i drove on

it used to be that when you

afterwards, to round off

i drove on through mississippi

on one of the oxford

in the morning i went to elvis presleys's birthplace in tupelo

columbus is just inside the

as i neared columbia

I was gratified to note that

People don't live in national

so i went through the ripley's believe-it-or-not-museum

the state of virginia went

the glacial lines put me in mind of disneyworld

at the diner where we went

washington is quite small

for all its incompetence

from philadelphia i headed

i lay on the back seat

when i awoke there was

in the morning i drove on

the reason i'd chosen to

at southern iowa general

eventually, i stumbled on the

horner drank his beer sadly