This is a poem I jotted down in on recent road trip. If you believe you were with me on this particular road trip, this was only inspired by the situation... I don't actually feel this way about the trip.
Road Trip (January 6, 2008)
Sitting in silence and the car
We let the radio do the talking
I won't find out who you are
And there is no chance of stopping
And so we go and miles chew away
The only thing said is complaint of cold
Warmth has been lacking all day
Some words are more than what is told
Miles and miles in a single direction
It's enough to make a lonely man cry
Because I have more connection
To the people in other cars going by
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