Gonna take the next exit
on a vast empty road
north
black tar
salt eroded banks
stale, dry vegetation
nothing here
but sun
and road
and more road
music blaring
singing in my out of tune
voice
loud
no one to hear me
not even birds
in the sky—
just me and my five speed
old rust bucket
sputtering in tune
on a vast empty road
north
black tar
salt eroded banks
stale, dry vegetation
nothing here
but sun
and road
and more road
music blaring
singing in my out of tune
voice
loud
no one to hear me
not even birds
in the sky—
just me and my five speed
old rust bucket
sputtering in tune
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