Rear Mirror Catharsis

I'll attempt to write verse on a subject not dear to my heart
a 12 hour haul from the Atlantic seaboard to the hills of Georgia
my back sweating the upholstery

hallucinating on the highway,
shouting to stay awake
radio searching,

singing bluegrass,
singing hip hop
talking to ghosts of friends and relatives

long and uneventful,
the drive not the poem
the poem is short and uneventful,

and done with