road trip

time to shake off
the blues, shake
off that old tired
rap you've been
spreading all over
town and hit the
open road, not stopping
until there is an
ocean spread out
beyond the hood of
your gleaming black
sedan. you can only
talk about your
lovesickness for
so long before they
get sick of you and
shake their heads
collectively and close
the door. i know,
i know, having been
on both sides of
that counter. but
enough. gas it up
baby, clean the
windows, pack a
bag and throw it in
the back, put on your
shades, your high heel
shoes, and let's roll.