He parked his pick-up there in the rest area off of 80…somewhere in Iowa…that state stretches far ‘cross…it was night time and the cicadas were singin’ up a storm…early September…soon their songs would end…

Diesels flew on past…Greyhound buses too…no station wagons or family vans in this midnight hour…just trucks and buses…trucks and buses…he’d weaved in and out of ’em all day long…comin’ from the east…Cleveland…on that road that goes on forever…he was runnin’…he was always runnin’….

This time it was 80…last time I95…goin’ up and down the coast from Florida to Maine then back again…stoppin’ along the way for fast food sandwhiches and cold fries…he just had to go…it was in his blood…

So he sat there under purple skies on the hood of his Ford…thinkin’…thinkin’ of why he couldn’t settle down…stay awhile some where…find himself a nice woman…take on a job…some responsibilities…somethin’ was keepin’ him from it…keepin’ him from it…

Pulled some change from out of his pocket…enough for Reeses peanut butter cups…walked over to the vending machine and pushed G7…and out came his prize…

That’d be his only meal for the day…had to save some for gas…wanted to make it out to California…jump in the ocean…see where movie stars lived…walk down Sunset Boulevard…it’s what he thought he wanted…he was never too sure…

But he was sure ’bout one thing…he was always leavin’…always on the go…leavin’ hearts and items behind…had clothes and books all over the country…never took more than he could carry in a book bag…never…

And mornin’ came…the sun shone down on him at 5:50 in the mornin’…and he was back on the road…leavin’…always leavin’…always on the road…