One-Way Destination

I believe I have heard
this same music before-
Somewhere, off in the distance
Far out of reach.
Where unbroken highways
outdistance themselves
And eighteen wheelers
grinding gears
Break the silence of the night.

I believe I have met
these same questions before-
Finding myself unable to answer.
Traveling down a roadway
where exits disappear
and air-conditioned cars
roll by with their windows up.

And I believe
I have found myself
in desperation- 
(Drunk behind the wheel)
Speeding up
to exceed the limit
Passing tolls
without the change.

1990

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