at the end of the evening
only car in the lot
i turn right into the traffic
i gave myself to the muses
traded the view from above
for an incomplete, an empty passenger seat
i'm low on fuel, i'm out of love
empty feeling
open road
unbelonging
where do i go?
my new friends in the drive through line
roll their windows down
we catch a breeze to cut the heat from the a/c
we let the stillness hang around
empty feeling
open road
unbelonging
where do i go?
silence under mt. wilson
headlights bouncing off the highway
now it's just dead air and exhaust