Poem: Driving South
driving down Pioneer Highway, wind working hard through the open window.
John Hiatt captures the mood, summing up the (actual) situation too:
“Come on baby/Drive south”
my direction is south, always.
Today it’s a trip back home.
Last night I was off (somewhere) escaping…
The challenging part is knowing when (and how) to stop.
Sometimes I’m looking, searching f…
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