Driving away, blistering through toll gates

of expectations and societal feign traits

booming radio raids of rebellion streak

onto the airwaves, their full bodied presence leaks

onto the pavement of history like the oil of my car

stashed away scars, and a warm seat at the bar

can often write stories of a mans life

his many strifes slashing slices inside.

 

Driving away, the interstate's quiet night

her warm tender cradle, my plight

for a minute, soothed by her touch

sits quietly,silently watching her clutch

the shoulders of an unkept fool across

a ballroom full of chandelier's tears, gloss

the wooden floorboards with bouncy light

her lunar smile pulls me in like a tide on site

 

Driving away, from lassos aimed at

my bumper, it's threads of contrite poison

ready to pull me from any love

I have for wild nights and minute made

bliss, conveyed crusades onward strayed

away by men who needed not clean homes

but a night stay close to oceans of beer foam

steering wheel grip strong, I steer to drive on.

 

-Julien Grey