A white church at every turn

Blinking traffic lights

The suburbs bleed into each other

Houses with the same frame


The people sit in lawn chairs,

Sweep their sidewalks

And are in bed by 9, up by 5

To the same over working,

Underpaying job


The same lonely people

At the only bar in sight,

A falling apart school across

From a tiny donut shop,

I ponder as I drive

By too many dollar stores,

Will I ever get out?