I’d just like to go
Move onto the uncertainty of route 66
Or I-40
Or another track of hot, endless, asphalt
To anywhere
Or nowhere really
Somewhere where the old car can break down
And you are forced to become
One of those Adventure stories
Somewhere where the people boast the world’s largest chair
Or place vintage bottle caps on vast expanses of wall
As if they were tiny gems
Somewhere where you feel as if you should settle
But don’t
Because then it would defeat the purpose.
Somewhere where I don’t have the money for a hotel
Not even a cheap one
So we can go sleep in the car
And
Have showers in the rain
(In last year’s swimsuits of course)
Somewhere where all you see is the limitless dunes
Of Arizona
Or New Mexico
Or anywhere else with the aforementioned dunes
Where my thoughts can be carried with the wind
Like the sand
That I sleep on.
Or maybe….
Somewhere where the buildings lean their weight against the clouds
And seem to be standing.
Official in their silvery suits
And hotdog stands are propped up on corners
By greasy men with stained aprons
And people scuttle by
And their rushing comforts you
Because you aren’t.
Somewhere where you can feel the ocean before you even see it
Because of the malicious sea gulls
Or the sea food restaurants along the road
And once you spot the shore, you realize that no amount of crazy gulls
Or “Bubba Gumps"
Could ever prepare you
For this
Because you feel way too
Free