Let’s take the Mother Road,

Tasting en route

the sparking-fat diners

the creaky court motels,

where we’ll lay waste

to the flesh,

and carve our initials

in the illusion of love,

Knowing the real thing

waits within

ignited by our Friend,

Who’s driving us Home.

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