Tuesday, December 2, 2003

Road to Nowhere

Flickering lights passing 
like shooting stars, 
counting time to the 
white stripes streaming 
past my foggy window, 
Smooth black loneliness 
checkered with neon 
and fluorescent paint 
~Newport Pleasure~ 
~Kids under 12 eat and stay free~ 
cigarette smoke lingers 
like Jay and Silent Bob, 
my eyes blinking to the 
sway of the wiper blades. 
Cavernous overpasses looming, 
lighted by a thousand 
faceted halogen bulbs 
I hear the call 
of the open road

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved 

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