Waiting On The Trip
a few days away
anticipation
the road is calling
i want to follow
where who knows
just go
like gone
rest
in death
life is moving
and the miles roll....
the pavement hypnotizes
makes me
forget
but the moment
wished
and is gone....
i will get
hopped up
no sleep
just speed
as the night closes
lights shine
neoned reflection
america
hustles
own tempo
mass transit
timed zombies
and then gone....
i know
america
i am her son
vagabond, wandering
dreaming
influenced promises
unfulfilled
but for my own destiny.
poem by Richard Poor
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