The Road
By Tina G., Holliston, MA
Fringing the paper's edge, hearing this song, I recall the road
Memories flicker like a video
Snatching vision on speed
Terrific screech by subway breaks
To reality
'Talian Icee on a Rockefeller corner
I remember it vividly because it matched the dusky pastel sky
Giant Stadium rolls away along the pike
Bulbs are lighted dot to dot
Leading eyes tracing skeleton Tappan Zee
Suspended in black pitch.
The New Jersey shore is the edge of my universe
God raises the sun
Trump raises the Taj Mahal
From the boardwalk,
Atlantic's first dawn blush mutes the harsh new day.
Elation settled into a drowsy state of mood
Unconsciously let heavy dysphoria take over
Momentary bliss slipped away with the dawn
Incoherencies connected,
We were back on the road
According to the license plate through the pentastar,
In North Carolina
The dash gauge became a clock
Passing signs kept an ominous tempo
A pawn shop every 20 miles
Sharing southbound lanes with coast-Atlantic semis
Shrouded in rain
Sunday met gospel in South Carolina
The car became a sauna
I saw Van Demon's land on fire
The batteries in my walkman died
It's Sad Sam! Welcome civilization
We collected bottlerockets from Savannah's notorious Sam
And closed the chapter on the drab South
Come hither palms
Balmy breeze from the Gulf of Mexico
Tampa Bay's
End of the line
Pick up the public enemy
And identity
Rewind, back on the road.
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