Newhall Pass Poem by Jack Worthington

As I escape from a latin flavor
I merge to the left to avoid the truck lanes
Over the hill a new life to savor
Away from the smog and lame.

I hit the gas to the top of the hill
Slower than a tortoise it is no thrill
I run this gauntlet day by day
With all my precious time I pay.

To live in a place without troubles
I roll this boulder for eternity
Such a price to live in this bubble
A mortgage not of money but my precious life.