ON THE ROAD  

The cold rain peppers against the windshield.
and            
                 miles roll out                        
                 behind me.  

The old basset hound
sleeps snugly
in the seat beside me
unaware            
                of the storm                        
                      brewing.  

I watch the road
and think about life life
in the fast lane.
a place            
              not really suited
for lazy dogs
and old men.  

Yet,
we sometimes travel there
just to get a feel
of what it could have been like
long ago
when             
                   both                        
                             were young.  

Tony Sexton