On A Greyhound

Small towns along Highway 31…North Liberty…South Bend…Mishawaka…American flags blowin’ in an autumnal breeze…signs for Plymouth…Indianapolis…and the cones lead us down the road…

Exit here for Steak and Shake…Texas Roadhouse…shopping center suburban nightmares…driving into the night…there’s always a McDonald’s within reach…where parents deliver Happy Meals to unhappy children…worn out from the road…soon they’ll be home to blankets and warmth…soon…

And the half moon follows us down the road…a lit sliver in a pitch black sky…cigarette butts bouncin’ on black top…orange tips dancin’ as pickup trucks and semis roll along…makin’ their way to Ohio…PA…all points east…

This road I’ve seen before…used to drive it in my twenties…criss crossin’ a new land in an old beater…a ’67 Dodge Dart…with fins and a punch dial radio…listenin’ to Art Bell at two in the mornin’ or jazz from Dick Buckley outta Chicago…not knowin’ my final destination…

Funny how some things never change…

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