Down The Highway Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Somewhere down the lonely stretch of the interstate
We Headed south
Traveling a far looking through the window
The radio chatters
Static buzzes
I let the window down
Without reason the car accelerates
Blurs against the driver side window
Parallel lines
Side view mirrors
The trees are more than occasional than the passing of conversation
The visor blocks the sun
Minor bumps on both sides of the road
Still seeking prescription
The car mumbles ever so slightly
Most of the interstate is faded
Small cracks bandaged, worn over time
Most small towns I've never heard of
Zooming by following the road
Searching the exit signs
The breeze is warm, inviting to the touch
Easing through the window
without warning the car drifts to the side
I turned to you to find you sleep behind the wheel
I touched you, jerking the wheel back straight from the passenger side
I touched you again
But you didn't bother to wake up