Long after midnight
Long before morning
I-5 in my headlights
Northbound unrolling
Mt. Shasta by moonlight
Looks over my shoulder
And the night's growing older
And colder and colder...
I wish
I wish you were here.
Wish I was there...
Still driving as dawn
Turns grey in the air
Wish I was there.
--with thanks to Pink Floyd
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Free-associating on the Freeway
Labels:
free rhyme,
poetry
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