Summit Road

It’s dark as the guts inside where no one sees and thick as whiskey coke number seven, and I’m looking around for God or one of his friends out here but I’m starting to think they ain’t up for thumping knuckles tonight, so here’s me and here’s a great big beautiful road and here’s my hands whipping over the wheel like I got something to say to it. I’m going up and around tonight and maybe it’s a dumb idea, but my dumb ideas always end up better than the peoples’ around me so I don’t mind too much. I figure I’ll come down the other side some time if I hold out for it. Just one lane now; there’s sticky bald tires chewing up some gravel and of course they’re mine, I’m getting way up in the mist where there’s ghosts in the headlights and it’s nice to have the company, I say to them. Nice to be included. There’s trees on my left and my right and I guess they probably keep going after that, up one way and down the other where sometimes they open up just right and you can see things that you can just grab with your eyes and turn into secrets, you should try it, I made a few tonight; I figure if I keep going I can pick up a couple more if I just try hard enough.

 

(c)2008

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