My Old Friend the Road

I'll know we're there
when we stop
The road my old friend
in the seat beside
and underneath
this scabby, rust-flamed sedan

Belching directions:
Left Here.  Run the Light.
This Exit.  Pay the Toll.

Faster. Faster. Faster.
fuel stop caffeine jitters
Magnum.  Red Bull.  Revive.

The road won't let me sleep
keeps turning and tearing
at the wheel

The road is fight and
the road is flight and
I'll know we're there
when we stop

the road and I
this trip, these
day-glo dashboard memories
zip-zipping past

My old friend the road will wake me
when it's time for us to stop