Highway Blues
The foggy ruins of my memory
Console me this morn.
Hearkening back to my Jack Kerouac days
I feel the ole rush of acceleration.
Chasing the
In a mad obsession to reach the
The night flying by us
On our flight through the painted desert.
My true companion by my side
On that mad capped adventure.
Eventide painting pastel pink
On spired chasm of dreams
We watched pearly stars emerge.
In the velvet night canvas
Our forms cast in twilight hues
Paths diverging
Our oracle unfolding
Silent as the night sky
