Cold February

New writing

Cold February
Nothing for miles
But old
Route 66
Dilapidated signs
From ancient road trips

Have we been down this same road before?
A Brutal turmoil exists
In our hearts
That we wear on our sleeves
Rolled up and freezing with the
Straps on the top carrier endlessly banging in
The wind

You and I
Take the path
None have chosen
In cold February

Take a picture
Of some used gas station
That looked as if time
Has sucked
Dry

Doesn't matter
That time
Will do the same
With us
As we travel our way
To a promised
Destiny

Roll up the window
Drive on now
Many miles - ahead

The clouds in the distance have an almost alien like
Yellow luminescent glow
Somewhere across the border in New Mexico

Never stepped foot in these lands
But it feels so familiar
Cold February
That time heals;
A brutal turmoil within
Our road weary paths