November 23, 2011

highway

Keeps it moving. Can't sit still. Look out. White dashes merge. Trees all look the same. Other cars speed. Red, black and silver. Drivers smoking. Do they see me? Got cut off. Don’t honks just yell. Flip the bird, keep it moving. Slowing down. Tow truck manages through. Flashing yellow lights. Guess the driver was going too fast. Three cars way past fixing. Ambulance on the way. Cars slow down. Everybody look. Picasso made a piece on the road. Stuck, angry, tragic. No one moves. I look, do they see me? Same thought is on everyone mind. Could have been us. Look at opposite lane. It's all blurry. They are getting to where they need to. Seatbelt is too tight. Radio is on. Penny Lane. White dash white dash white becomes one white line. We're speeding up again. Can we race? No, damn. Are we there yet? No, damn again. Bored. Tree, tree, tree, tree. What state we in? Virginia, damn. Honky Tonk. My stomach growls. Can we stop soon? Maybe. Line becomes dashes. Pay exact toll. Look at the cashier. Look at me. Move my leg. Don't kick my seat. Can't be still.  Close eyes. Hear music. Can we play my CD? No. Driving. Driven nuts. Open eyes. More trees, more white dashes. Truck goes by. Honk your horn. I know I'm not 5 but still do it. Looks over brother playing video games. Let me play. Go get your own. Let me play. No! Scream inside. Look outside gas and food 2 miles. Are we stopping? Why? Just stop. He's hungry too. Ok. This song ain’t bad. Stopped. Got some food. Good for now. Close my eyes. Bump. Bump. Bump. Open my eyes. Are we there yet? No. Flashing yellow lights. Opposite side. Must be their turn. Three cars cross the mind. Look across. Baby in other car. It seems fine. Does it see me? Mad still. Slow. Look another jam. White line becomes dashes. Look outwards. Dead rodent. Poor guy. Wonder if it was alone. Cut off again. No words spoken. Where are we now? Virginia. Still? Damn.

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