On The Road

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 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

you blow by him,

happy you got a car

with enough power

to make the maneuver;

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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