I need the help of highway dreams,
behind the wheel, a skeptic and my
blank expression in the passenger seat.
One hand wiping clean condensation on the window
the other busy in my pocket finding lint.
I think of my first love, Kathryn,
and all the memories I’d like to count.
Looking through the glass
all I can make out is black
and blacker.

You know it’s time to close your eyes
when power plants and rolling hills
look like creatures in the night.
Last edited by muel333 at Jan 22, 2012,