Road Ode...
For the bingo halls.
For the highschool gymnasiums.
For the open air ampetheater takeover.
For the 200 seat warehouses holding 35 people.
For all the small market cities.
All the forgottwn towns
that want to see two fools
throw each other around
for gas money and comped beers.
For the sweat.
For the nylon car seat.
For the late afternoon sun drenched parking lot.
All the pranks that keep
the minds from losing themselves
on the road. Scrolling across radio
stations for anything to drown
out the static of your mind
telling you to give it up.
How long will you chase the sunset?
Arena after arena closing up for the night.
Another set of florescents going dark.
Another set of 25-40 people getting in their cars
to go to there homes.
For the road.
For the endless winding road.
For all the directions it spirals out into.
For all the emptiness it eats
and it gives back a bruise
or several bruises or so many
sitting becomes worse
than lying down collapsed...
For the all the matches
that get you to the big dance.
And for the two minutes
that dance last
and how they feel
like forever.