driving thru
the white lined night,
stars shining overhead.
an entire universe
existing
and
me
with nowhere to go.
wheels turning,
cd playing
our favorite song.
over
and
over
it plays from one town
to
the
next.
headlights reflecting off
highway signs,
food, gas and lodging next exit
where
countless souls
have
ventured
looking
for
something
that was not there.
eight more miles
until
the next exit
where
the
same old story
plays out
in a dingy
rundown
motel
room
complete
with cable tv.
(9-15-2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem