Coasting
The tires of my pick up truck
Create dry dirt clouds behind me
I haven’t seen a soul in 10 miles
I’m no stranger to lonely roads
The radio is busted
I listen to the rocks pelt the undercarriage
A staccato soundtrack that keeps me awake
The horizon smiles down on me
The sun performing its final number
Before gracefully exiting the stage
I’ve only got enough gas for a couple miles
Good thing I’m used to coasting on empty
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Well done!
Love this!