Hearing a song today, sudden on my car radio,
a song I heard often forty years ago,
when I drove
hour after hour, day after day, night after night
across the continent,
thinking, as I did then,
about love or what I thought love was
and not knowing, really,
who I was or might be,
but just driving, driving, driving,
and playing over and over again in my mind
that irritating, inescapable tune,
and wondering, as I did then, why I needed to get somewhere
and wondering if I even knew
where I would be.
From: https://boomerlitmag.com/joseph-stanton/
Date: 2018
By: Joseph Stanton (1949- )
From Troubles of The World 
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