ode to a road trip
you dusty straight line of crushed rock
and glistening white lines
you sexy beast
you ask nothing of me
i just have to stay in the lines
scan the horizon
set the cruise control
it’s the only time i can cruise control my life and it still takes me somewhere
it’s the only time i can let go and be free
free of senseless requests, duplicitous conversations and free- range egos
free of the suffocating stench of other’s fear and loathing
you gorgeous, glistening heap of pressed sand and rock.
you take me to wide open spaces
where my mind can run wild and look so pretty
but wait
what’s this?
a beguiling county road paved with nothing but dust
i know you go somewhere
somewhere is perfect
an old man in a gigantic brown cowboy hat
driving a brown cadillac el dorado
with a tiny pomeranian in his lap
tips his hat and grins
as he passes me in a plume of dust
he knows where he’s going
i toss back my head
laugh with abandon
and watch the sun the sink into the sea ahead of me