By same
Date: 27 July 1999

On The Road

Roads buckle under summer heat 
Skin burns like old leather
The night brings no relief
Alone in nameless motels he dreams
Of home, her soft hair and tender skin

He reaches out to touch empty sheets, his heart, far from
His hands. A horn blasts, awake
The room void of love, empty
Of emotion, holds him like a cell.

Drifting of to restless sleep
He holds her close. Their lips
touch, soft, sweet, together again,
Until the six o'clock alarm
Awakes him, another day on the road.