Over the desert and through the mountains. Heading to LA. That seething pit of humanity. There is no poetry on this road. The new moon a hole in the sky. All those dead stars clinging to life. Your face just beyond the high beams. The same song playing again on the radio. Static on the CB. The hum of my own wheels. All driving me crazy. Your face just beyond the high beams. Smiling and saying goodbye. The sun rising in the mirrors. Smiling and saying goodbye. Obscures more than it makes clear. There is no poetry on this road. I’ll drive a million miles and never come to an end. I’ll drive a million miles. And never find you again.