I-10

Two miles till dawn
I’m bored and barely asleep
yellow lines my pacesetter
the radio a broken record
I’ve heard this ad before

My odometer lies
I’m not going anywhere
My ass is denim concrete
zen with my seat cover

Where’s the cops
when you want to be pulled over
Red and Blue would be nice
I need some new color in my life

The sky begins to burn
As if my destination was on fire
My rear view mirror is blue-black
A bruise healing at 87 miles hour

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