dry..forever ever main highways..and the lone hoodoo and aircraft parked behind fences
their great monolithic tails like the sandstone shapes....taking turns radio low..everyone
asleep in co pilot captian plush chair.windows popped curtians fluttering
a van..wood platform sleeping mats..steady sixty....

this was actually someone burying something...debt....deed..money...cache...
car rides lighter...gloves...dirt..need to clean...loose away the ghost dust..
metaphor...vegas...everyone tells me i should go....too broke to go....but i would
like too see the old strip whats left...the ruins...test nuke sites...etc...
my friends always enjoyed the drives with me...no purpose...just hours of
hitting town..coffee..radio.the motion..the wind..the motor purring..
car wash..the ions in the water now i see...water glistening on the wax
tank replenished...fm in the night...was magical...an unwinding to the pent
up short ends of the day....
all those times seemed worthless and a waste of money and gas...
but you know..my friends i chat with still talk of the times so it was worth
everything..

thank Audri
Steven!