I am too-far-travelled.
Pedaled-down, through glass
Pass roadsiders blown-tired.
Radio voices, interred,
become crackle and hiss;
familiar channels fading.
Along the exitless road,
U-turnless to you-
I am losing my stations.
I am too-far-travelled.
Pedaled-down, through glass
Pass roadsiders blown-tired.
Radio voices, interred,
become crackle and hiss;
familiar channels fading.
Along the exitless road,
U-turnless to you-
I am losing my stations.