Road Songs
Uneven lies the surface
Taking us to places
We need to be;
The hum and hiss
Of flying air
A background noise
Urging us along
Insistent
In time and space.
Beneath the clamor a rhythm
Washing over the rattle and roar,
The syncopation of jazz,
The long cool water
Of the southern blues,
The single thread of a violin
Soaring on notes written
Before the line was made
Between A and B.
We are creatures of cadence
You and I,
Our beating hearts
Measure collective moments
Feeling the patterns
In road songs
For the journey
That never ends.
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