Crashbox

Blacktop Fairytale

The deep desert sky slips us by
Like the endlessness of drifting off to sleep
Humming tires and an open-window high
There are no troubles left to keep
On this flight of spirits

Sand and rocks and heat so dry
The world has taken on a loneliness content
Perfect music persuades a sigh
We pray good fortune our way be sent
On this 80mph view of adventure

Fading sun against the towering black hills
Lend an awareness of living
From the back seat a whistle trills
For now it is easy to understand giving
When you live by faith

Destinations are not always known
But the trip is for the driving
Hungry and wind-blown
The road means more than the arriving
One hand on the wheel

Cold stars in a desolate sky
As darkness falls across the valley
In our travelers a glint in the eye
Nowhere but here we wish to be
The gears give off a sweet friendly hum

So listen to the call of emptiness
Find for yourself the mud in the dry lake-bed
Remember that not all must make sense
When poets are being fed
All on a baking blacktop fairytale