Goin’ crazy on the freeway of the 90’s

 

October 9, 1995  (I was 50)

 

Goin’ crazy on the freeway of the 90’s

one way no off ramp minimum allowed speed

faster than that heading west only perpendicular

to the sun too bright to know better too

indifferent to be on a car phone in Japanese

vehicle with the ambience of an ambulance

headin home

 

Goin’ nuts tryin to read the erratic digits

of time in light emitted from a diode fed

by a battery soon dead but still trying

to inform me it is later than I think

that I thought time could ever be

in this brief eternity on the road

headin home

 

Burned out laid rubber squealed tires

passed on the right and left by the oblivious

unnoticing that I am where they are hurrying

to be or not to be to be more exact

always just a little late for work for it to work

out right oblivious that the work is

headin’ home

 

Moon risin’ in the rear view mirror pale

rider notices vaguely half blind from refusing sun

to set confusing the mind behind the eye

seeing or not seeing behind the moon the sun

in front still reflecting off the distracted thought

of moon and sun and flying down the road

headin’ home