HIGHWAY BALLAD

 

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

 

 

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Road Trip

I remember those. Well described. And felt. ~S~
 


 

 

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the road goes on forever and

the road goes on forever and the party never ends but sadly only Willie remains.