Crossing the country
On the I-90
The old US 66
I mostly slept in speeding cars
Huddled against the door
Hoping the driver wasn't a murderer
Or that his destination lay beyond the dawn__
Sometimes the ride ended nowhere
Past Winslow Arizona
A few hours after midnight
Route 99 heading north
The exit road bled off into darkness
To a blacker that black horizon
Out in the Arizona desert
His F150's taillights dying in the Sonoran
Without a in sight.
I stood on the highway
The crunch of sand beneath my boots,
And overhead stars
So far from the sea, cities, and even towns
The Milky Way illuminates the blackness
Magic of the road
And I was happy
To cast a shadow from the headlights
A semi-trailer heading west to Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino
Chuck Berry
I-90 tracing its path
Over the old Route 66__
Oh, the old asphalt highway
I remember it well outside Gallup
Happy to roll on the roads
Of America
Until I met you
On the PCH
With the sun
Bouncing a golden sunset
Aginst the Santa Cruz hills
A Santa Cruz woman in a convertible Porsche
A 911
Top down
Our eyes both blue
Asking a drifter to settle down
And all drifters dream of a soft bed__
Her name Sharon
Her home in a grove of redwoods
Scented of flowers and perfume
To lay close under sheets listening to Joni Mitchell
Not 'Urge for Going'
'California
Whispering,
I say in your ear
"I will not leave."
Sharon smiles
"All drifters drift."
True
"But I'm only I'm drifting to you."
Happy to be off the road
All drifters are
Once and a while__
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