Apr 1
2009
A Dollar Sixty-Seven
posted by Hal5000 Leave a Comment
I’m driving in my car
and I’m never looking back.
I left my suitcase
because in this place
there’s no need to pack.
I’m driving till I hit the ocean,
or at least, run out of gas.
I’ve got a dollar sixty-seven,
I’m going to make it last.
The cars that pass me
could be ghosts for all I know:
Two head lights
and a hazy illumination
from a dashboard radio.
I wish that I could let you know
that I am going to be just fine.
One ring on your telephone at night
could be a reassuring sign.
I never noticed
how still the world can seem
But when you’re driving this fast
everything feels like a dream…
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