Take me away,
Father Freeway,
away from this place.
Lead me someplace,
Mother Interstate,
someplace I can relate.
Where I can behave
as if my behavior
lays no shame
on the shameful face
of my generation.
Be my salvation,
oh byways of a well-oiled nation.

Where I can drive
without the guilt
of a dying planet.
Where I can sing
out the sunroof
to the moon.
Where I can rage
at the mirror image
of my talents.
Where I can roam
and rock my opera
while I do.

05/29/2003

Author's Note:
"Driving.

My escape,
Maybe the best freedom forgery-"
-Berkeley Deitch
(whom I have just discovered)

Posted on 05/29/2003
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