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

funny things go through your head,

when you’re 12 hrs into your second

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,

squinting as you try to stay

between the lines,

wondering if the lights approaching
from behind,

are going to smash into you

or pass on by,

coming up on 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

back towards the shoulder,

happy you got 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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