the wizard of ahs

Back Roads, Ghost Towns

I miss the wide open spaces

The places between here and there

On the road again to find out

Where the white line leads.

Let me follow the back roads

Once more, thru small towns

Drifting along at a much slower speed,

With no particular place to go or be.

Blown by a wayward wind, tumbling

Across the desert to places long

Forgotten, slipping away to a past

That no one remembers any more.

Lingering over onemore cup of coffee,

In a roadside café, watching the local

Traffic move slowly by, unbothered

By the pressures of the modern world.

The places I love best are the ones

Hardest to get to, well off the beaten

Track, visited only by those others like

Me, those who love a fast fading world.

When I join history’s parade, marching

Off the way of all things, raise a glass

To me, in some local bar, with all those

Wh happen to be in town that night.

I miss the wide open spaces, fenced

Off now and bypassed by the interstate,

Lonely, dusty towns and scenic spots,

That once made America wonderful.

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