Heading to Denver

Heading to Denver


“No place like home” or so the saying goes. When you leave home for an extended period of time – all you can think about is getting back to where it is familiar to you. The one place that knows your success and failures. The place where you have found and lost love. That place for me sits at the foot of the Colorado Rocky Mountains – that place is Denver.

Heading to Denver
Sun is setting in the west Rockies behind me,
Traveling down I-70 and closer to Denver by degree.
Autumn air is crisp and clear—Denver is my destination,
Doing 85 on pavement two lane looking for a gas station.
Passing west bound trains that have no names,
Cars with kids playing traveling road sign games.
Full tank now in the town that almost wasn’t—Parachute,
Proposition at the truck stop by sad and lonely prostitute.
Giving her a five spot telling her I was not her ride,
Her shoulders slumped—a woman who lost her pride.
Back on the road trying to out think the highway patrol,
Trying to slow down to miss the many in road potholes.
Reaching into the cooler with no ice for a Coors brew.
Darkness descends – good evening Colorado how are you?
Slowing down to pass the town of Glenwood Springs,
Mind jumbled with crazy thoughts and just weird things.
Rolling along past houses, mountains, canyons, and farms,
Done 400 miles and now there are cramps in my arms.
Waylon on the radio and my head a buzz with Coors beer,
Trying to stay awake and not hit a crossing elk or deer.
Now on my south side the high and fancy town of Vail,
East bound for Denver driving through lightning and hail.
Radio signal now mountain lost – now CD’s is all I got,
A little Willy, maybe some John Denver is now my thought.
On top of the mountain and in the thin air is the timberline,
Another mile to Eisenhower Tunnel says the roadside sign.
Passing on the north in Idaho Springs is the Argo Gold Mine,
Eastern full moon rising now just above the 35 mile Denver sign.
Feeling the wheels rumbling beneath the trucks floor,
And the cold mountain air seeps through the trucks door.
Avoiding runaway semi’s that have lost their brakes on Floyd Hill,
Finally, see the Denver city lights orange glow—How I love them still.

Kurt James
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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. With family roots in western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographer’s through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. His poetry has been featured in the Denver Post, PM Magazine and on 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 5 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection - Poetry and Thoughts of a Wandering Man - (Uniquely Colorado edition) and now this collection - Poetry and Reflections of a Wandering Man (Random Thoughts edition) all are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt is working on his 7th Colorado adventure tale novel “When the Song Vanishes”.

8 thoughts on “Heading to Denver

  • November 18, 2019 at 4:12 PM

    Long trip home with lots of interesting sites along the way. Nicely penned and good rhythm, Kurt. Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed the trip.

    • November 19, 2019 at 4:17 PM

      You go ride along anytime Phyllis… glad you stopped by and took a ride with me.

  • November 22, 2019 at 2:14 PM

    Kurt I love when you speak of your home. It makes me feel like I’m riding along with you, taking in the sights. Great work

    • November 22, 2019 at 5:37 PM

      Anytime you want to come visit Paul you are more than welcomed.

  • November 23, 2019 at 8:42 AM

    Enjoyed the ride through Denver. I could the monuments and the gritty parts. Well written and enjoyable to read. Jamie

    • January 13, 2020 at 3:49 AM

      Thanks Jaime for taking a ride through the mountain on the way to Denver with me.


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