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!
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