The Drive
Beneath the wheels –
The feel of street
Racing, rushing,
Underneath
I’m on the road
Again once more,
My heart alive,
My body sore
From 90 East
To 17 –
It almost seems
Eternity
As I head north
With love in mind,
And radio
To kill the time
Outside my window,
Passing cars,
Blurred exit signs
And morning fog
Descend upon
These tired eyes,
Soon set aglow
By city lights
The Empire State
Is hours away,
Though night has now
Begun to fade
As daylight rises
From the depths,
And smiles to warm
This welcome guest.
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