Damn This Road

Damn This Road How long have I been driving? My watch tells me that it has only been hours since I left It feels like days…maybe weeks since the last time I saw another car An endless strand of aging asphalt leading from one place to another Pulling me down the dark road to a place the Fates have chosen for me Only distant tribal music on a nowhere AM radio station keeps me company The DJ’s sleepy voice drones on in an unending monologue How many miles of this do I Have to tolerate? Islands of amber lights reflect off low slung clouds marking the distances Like an oasis signs talks of food, drink and sleep tempt all weary travelers In names of towns with exotic names tell me where I am The sun rises on a new day with me with a hundred miles to go It is still a hundred miles but there is hope Hope that this road will end and I will once again be with people My mind races with just one thought as I see my exit…damn this road!