great nation

without permission/

and no set agenda

i am on the road

O such an odyssey

(for an avid adventurer)

and those stricken with wanderlust

a get well prescription/

it is a great country to travel

it lies open

before me

stretches untended boundaries

beckoning…

little restriction/

no consternation

just me and 4 tires

on the pavement in our

Great Nation;

it is pleasing

to stop

at a middle of nowhere

Truckers Delight

half lit blink de blink

neon lights

the entrance sign…

an oasis of more or less hot food and kinda clean bathrooms

at least them is the words between the lines…

i sit and eat

propping my feet

on my dash

and watch them pull

in and out

big diesel

8 wheeled rigs

and all the while the

highway patrol looms…

throughout the night;

if you see

me pass

on

2 wheels or 4

(you see i brought my bike)

say a hello to me

a ‘hi Mike’

just to guess a name

give a nod if busy

or a back-handed wave

if you

wanna play that game;

i have no agenda

no thoughts of direction

just moving on down the road

as the wind takes

me

North South

East West

this land, it is all

heavenly perfection.