When you’re driving long distances,
the company of music on the road
keeps you awake, like an old friend,
who keeps talking late at night,
sound
like strong coffee.
After miles,
it becomes
tinny static.
Your mind craves quiet,
cloud soft on moon mist
sky vision
tree or star story
peace.
Then your mind breaks back in,
cracking old memories,
like rotten eggs,
raucous
shrill.
Turn the radio back on!
Published in 1947 Journal