This seriously reminds me of Dean. Especially this part, at least because I said so. *wants to give Dean pie*
and the world's nicest pie I know
is somewhere waiting for the right
time to offer itself to the wayward
and the word-weary. How come the road
goes coast to coast and never just
dumps us in the water,
...and I'm not going to post the ending here because it's powerful and should be where the poet intended it, but believe me this poem is not about a dog---just exchange the word "dog" with "son" and it is about DEAN.
Ada Limon - Roadside Attractions with the Dogs of America