Don’t think
I’m coming off
the road
anytime soon
this bittersweet journey
through bars
and backstreets
leads me into Philly;
into New Brunswick;
DC, NYC, Boston
and still empty
the gas tank runs out
falafel fills me up
and Belgian ale
to fire up the soul
still rolling along
the twisted highway
fallen off course
stop signs
billboards peddling
fast food and fast cars
the cows lumber
apparently unimpressed
and as the road
continues to melt
I’m inclined to agree
One town to the next
and then back home
to plot out the course
for the next ride
2-26-96
Road Trip
I remember those. Well described. And felt. ~S~
the road goes on forever and
the road goes on forever and the party never ends but sadly only Willie remains.