The sun is almost down.
Night is falling now.
The wide open road stretches ahead for empty miles,
a harvest moon hangs above.
My.45 at my side, I feel secure.
Cracking open the second beer, I take a sip
and light another cigarette.
Give it a little more gas,
windows open, wind on my face,
Johnnie Cash is singing on the radio.
I don't know the words but it doesn't matter,
because the sign says 'Mexicali 58 miles'.
The desert races by.
I'm absolutely happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem