clouds hang, promise rain
the road goes on and on
but there are moments
crossing the Hudson
and then the Susquehanna
finding an unlocked Exxon restroom
just short of Scranton
in the nick of time
gassing up at break of day
the air a-twitter with what's ahead
truckstop orange pekoe, red-eye grits
two over easy, darlin'?
moments that drive you right past
flat tires, lonesome nights,
downpours, when you grip the wheel
peer through the glass
and the road up front
don't seem half bad