Traveling

I actually DO listen to music that is not of the punk variety!! (Right now, actually, I'm listening to Nickel Creek!) So, I used to have a  job that sent me traveling around Missouri, often on twisty curvy roads. One of my most frequent travel partners was a my Best Of Bob Dylan album! I absolutely hate driving on Any roads at night. But one night, the moon was so intriguing that I forgot about everything but that moon, and Bob Dylan.

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Speeding down a two-way highway

the sun is setting,

and I’m staring at the pinks and oranges on the horizon

slowly starting to fade in my rearview mirror.

Bob Dylan asks me How does it feel to be on your own?

I see the rising moon in front of me.

I start to describe it to myself as being rust-colored,

but I think, That’s incredibly cliché.

It’s the color of a watered-down scotch,

abandoned for the night on a table on the back porch.

The moon keeps me company

as I glide over hills and around curves.

It’s sloshing along beside me,

behind power lines on whichever side of the road it chooses.

I see an abandoned grain factory down the road.

I slow as I pass it,

admiring its worn-out beauty.

Three dilapidating grain silos stand guard

in front of the long forgotten about building.

I toy with the idea of exploring the factory

but Bob Dylan increases his tempo,

reminding me to Please her, please him, buy gifts.

My foot sinks deeper to the floor with my gas pedal.