The semi's are racing down an interstate
Sixty five is blown by like standing.
Gawking at the parade of lights and the thunder of Cummings
As another Peterbuilt roars by you stand there doggedly
Trying to flag a lift to the next exit
'Cause you blew out two
Trying to nurse that spare through
One more state.
And they don't quit coming, and they don't slow
Much less stop for
Some tourist,
And when you get to the exit,
Two miles of praying one of them doesn't
Slip a wheel over the line and grease spot you
Without even knowing it later,
You see the blinking light down the county road
Make for it like a dying man,
Not knowing that
Its not some gas station, nor a bar,
Just a cemetary, and
What the hell does a cemetary need a
Blinking light for anyway?
So you go back, do not pass go,
Do not collect anything,
And where is the cell or E.T. when
You need to
Phone home.

-amahood

05.05.2004

05/05/2004

Posted on 05/06/2004
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