Man on road
The roads in New Mexico, at least these highways I've been on for a half dozen hours, maybe longer, have enough loose gravel laid around on the face of the pavement to build another road. Enough gravel laid around to make the underneath of my car look like mutilated tin can, shot up by the bee bees of a shotgun shell. I haven't pulled over and given it a peak but I can figure so much just by the tune repeatin like a scummy record. Click click click, tick tick WACK. Small dings on the metal before a monster of a thump I can feel through the cushion of my seat. Some rocks hit so hard I shake a bit, don't ask me how the gasoline ain't leakin from its tank. '83 must of been a quality year for American made gas tanks, that's my only guess. I gave up trying to get the radio loud enough to tune out all the thumpin. The clicks and the wacks, and all that, have become my New Mexican theme song, no point pretending it ain't there.
Curious who else is out here driving. This ain't no main freeways and it isn't leadin to any Indian Casinos. Not ones makin any money. this road is a nothin road. Because I'm pushing towards Texas don't mean there's purpose in this drive, either. This road leads to nothing in particular, crosses state boarders, goes up and down in elevation, but except for the diner with the fine cherry pie, I'd say 4 hours back, we're talkin road and sky and not much else. I missed the turn to El Paso yesterday evening, if I was looking for a quick start, or some quick trouble, maybe just a bit of a good time, I could have headed there, I wouldn't be so damn East as I am, in the middle of nothin but dry fields and dusty air, startin up the slick side of the Guadalupe Mountains. Haven't been here for 20 years and it's about god damn time. There's another car every 35 minutes, blowin the opposite way I am, headin from no where to no where else, and I'm curious what's on their minds. How they block out the sounds of the gravel thumpin like it is. What they's exactly running away from. Not to say I'm running. This is too casual to be considered a run. I'm too old for any of that.
Curious who else is out here driving. This ain't no main freeways and it isn't leadin to any Indian Casinos. Not ones makin any money. this road is a nothin road. Because I'm pushing towards Texas don't mean there's purpose in this drive, either. This road leads to nothing in particular, crosses state boarders, goes up and down in elevation, but except for the diner with the fine cherry pie, I'd say 4 hours back, we're talkin road and sky and not much else. I missed the turn to El Paso yesterday evening, if I was looking for a quick start, or some quick trouble, maybe just a bit of a good time, I could have headed there, I wouldn't be so damn East as I am, in the middle of nothin but dry fields and dusty air, startin up the slick side of the Guadalupe Mountains. Haven't been here for 20 years and it's about god damn time. There's another car every 35 minutes, blowin the opposite way I am, headin from no where to no where else, and I'm curious what's on their minds. How they block out the sounds of the gravel thumpin like it is. What they's exactly running away from. Not to say I'm running. This is too casual to be considered a run. I'm too old for any of that.