Sometimes I dream I'm driving
with no destination in mind. Just
ribbons of asphalt through small
towns. Sharp spikes of sunlight
thrown across truck stop haunts
with their grubby little restaurants.
And I'm downing my second cup of
coffee thinking isn't America great,
the refills are always free. It's been
long, this journey. I want to bury my
past deep within the chipped formica
table and start again. Get directions
away from me. Slick and clean. Brand
new. Isn't that what they say today?
You're acting all brand new. Dreaming,
I tell myself I'll remember this. This is
the first day of the rest of my life. Night
breaks into morning and outside my
window everything is restless.
3 comments:
Have a blessed and joyous Holiday season and during your journey, White Rose! :))
Oh, Rose, this is a wonderfully
written get-away and live fully
poem. Yah, no directions!
This is some excellent poetry you have laid down here for us to partake of. I got started and couldn't stop reading. Beautiful page, lovely music, FANTASTIC poems!
I hope things are better, but I trust where the journey led, it produced pearls.
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