miles

miles and memories
pass under my wheels
and paper cup coffee
runs stronger than steel.

edge of the road
my signal is weak,
making friends with the silence
called broken and beat.

the silence grows louder
in swift driving rain
missing the exit
doomed hotels just remain.

take out of my pockets
excuses and cracks,
folded dreams left in darkness
weep lonely soundtracks.

                                                                                                                  avp

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