Road Tripping

Why aren’t you here?
Why aren’t I there?
How empty is this place
And unrarefied the air!

Can we share a zip-code?
I’m losing the feel of your face.
Can we co-occupy the same room?
And your true smell I’ve not a trace.

To find you by the levee,
To hold you across a railroad,
It’s not about the chickens,
But rekindling that which has brushed cold.

Is it time for another road trip?
Can you meet me halfway?
State-line or Lake Charles–
Just say for a week you can stay!

Why aren’t you here?
Why aren’t I there?
Do you really, really miss me;
Cook me a sign that you still care!

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Spur 191

so I took a turn down winding creek road
to see what I could see that funny sunny Thursday
there were deer and cows and horses proud
and roads turning off and about every which away

So touring the sylvan environs of Spicewood
betwixt here and there and those Marble Falls
off off off the main road heading out twisting curves
gotta pay extra attention: better hold all my calls.

bridges over Little Cypress Creek are a bit o’ let’s try this
and watch those scrapple gravel drives, please no dust!
Because you pop a tire way down there, my friend
taint no AAA a-coming, you are just stuck and bust.

heading home from Spicewood flying down 71
I saw deers and cows and some horses fine,
but the people there are so just the nicest,
exemplars of the best of the American kind!

hey! if you’re feeling poorly, bad news has darkened the Sun,
try a refresher country drive and take that turn off at Spur 191.