On The Road (with all due respect to Charles Kuralt and Jack Kerouac)

funny things go through your head,

when you’re 12 hrs into your third

5 hr energy shot,

and you’ve been driving for 17 hrs,

watching the trip meter go past

979, with 60 left to go,

so you drink another rockstar,

hoping your heart won’t explode,

squinting, as you try to stay

between the highway lines,

wondering if the lights coming

up from behind,

are going to smash into you

or pass on by,

approaching a line of cars,

emergency flashers going,

trapped behind a drunk,

weaving from the shoulder

to the passing lane,

timing your pass, as he veers

towards the shoulder,

happy you have a car

with enough power,

to make it by;

you begin to understand,

what is important,

and what isn’t;

you start to realize,

who your friends really are,

and who they aren’t,

who loves you,

and who doesn’t;

as you concentrate on getting

back to the only one who ever

has.

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