(January 25, 2008)
Staring through the heat haze
rising from the road in the distance
skewing the view and vision,
wondering when this trip will ever end
'cause you've gotta pee
gotta pee
gotta pee.
And you can't pull over—
there's no trees,
no bushes,
no cover.
And the next rest stop is 55 miles away
with no exits in between.
And the gnawing in your gut
informs you that beef jerky
is no substitute for a full meal.
Wish you hadn't passed up
McDonald's an hour,
a lifetime ago.
And what's that noise?
That rattle.
That hum.
That annoying squeak.
Is my roadside service insurance up-to-date?
There's no way I can fix
whatever that is
myself.
Hey! Was that a lion?
Really. A lion. On a farm.
? ? !
A giant Jesus. Carved in butter.
Hmm.
And why would anyone make
a ball of string that big anyway?
So, where was I going anyway?
Should have listened to mom and dad.
Use the bathroom before you leave home.
Pack a lunch.
Know where you're going. Have a plan. Carry a map. Use the map.
Side trips are fun and educational,
however, don't forget your destination.
Destination.
Vacation.
Relaxation.
Forever R & R.
Am I there yet?
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Road Trip
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