They warn you
But you have to find out
For yourself
That it ain’t no freeway
It’s a back country road
With speed bumps
And pot holes
And U-turns
And you wish you
Could step on the gas
But sometimes the car sputters
Shakes when the engine starts
And there are more red lights
Than you could imagine
And hidden stop signs
And you sleep in towns
Called Lonely and Longing
And instead of the majors
Too often the road
Dead ends
THE POETRY OF THE GAME