The Highway
The key of a car lies hidden in gears.
It takes you where it must as long as you care.
But here it stops, while you hear the wheels
minding down the interstate.
shake it till it goes down.
if it don't come keep pushing
and pusing it up to a lawn fresh mown.
the flare rises to the cushion
Never say that you knew me
while in the pit, it made me cry
A master chef, his name was Lee
along the river he would lie.
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