The Road Beneath Our Feet

Breezewood

Link the last shadow
to morning light
the Penn Aire motel
is dark.

Jack Rabbit Flats
the band
loaded up their gear
in an old Econoline
headed west
on the Turnpike
another one-night stand.

Now the crossroads
left behind
is waking up.

Shiny slick
the hum of neon tubes
& slippery swish
of passing fortune.

Last gas
last chance
for 
romance
time to choose

which road
out of town.

— Paul Bartlett