while the wind howled at his tombstone
i got into the car and there was nothing between me and the night there were no dogs on the road and no lights coming my way it was over she was staying and i was free the highway was screaming its night song beneath me the miles were tragic things as they raced by in a blur of light the radio was loud and noise without music the only music was the night the hours slipped away dawn came up like a coward's night light it crouched in the distance among the trees waiting for me to surrender i would have no part of it i hit the gas harder pointed the beast into the dark that remained and turned the radio even louder that was everything drown it all out nothing but the sound of the engine and the wind whistling i stopped at a truck stop to fill up bacon and eggs and home fries and dreams the waitress was smiling men were looking at her legs and it didn't matter a tinker's dream because the car was waiting and the highway was clean i made it back to the road watched the morning roll in the wind dance by my windows
Copyright©michael dennis/Ordinary Press Peterborough, Ontario 1982
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