Mississippi Southbound
Memphis in my wake,
the miles stretch out ahead;
I hit the cruise control,
the pace has now been set
Pavement flows beneath me,
the longest race is on;
Endless hours in isolation
before this state is gone
Playing tag with truckers,
weaving in and out;
A quick pit stop at Stuckey’s,
to stretch before I shout
I watch the sun go down,
and all the cars light up;
There's music on the stereo,
my floorboard's filled with cups
The ashtray's overflowing
as I race across the state line;
My glee is so apparent,
Louisiana now is mine
Copyright © April Dobson | Year Posted 2005
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