I have driven
this country
from coast
to coast (or
so) several
times. I’ve
taken long
weekend
trips up
and down
California,
where I’ve
lived now
for twenty-
three years.
I’ve driven
into and
through
each and
every con
tiguous
state. I’m
just talking
about where
I’ve driven.
Flying is
another
story. I
drove an
electric car
all the way
home and
back (home
being Arkansas) –
let’s see – it was
two decades ago
nearly. I’ve driven
to Canada one way
and driven back
to my country
another. But
for eight years
now, I have not
driven anywhere.
Nowhere. It’s not
that my drive is
gone. Or else,
this is the story
that I am telling.
My drive burns
hot like tar on
a freshly made
and driven back
to my country
another. But
for eight years
now, I have not
driven anywhere.
Nowhere. It’s not
that my drive is
gone. Or else,
this is the story
that I am telling.
My drive burns
hot like tar on
a freshly made
freeway. This is
what I remind
myself as I am
myself as I am
stuck here for at
least one more night.