The Rhythm of Highway 1

Its saturday afternoon,
im driving naked under the rain
Pacific in my right,
Sierra in my left,
smocking shit after shit
writing in my head
making love with the ocean breeze while driving, (i know, its illegal)
heading nowhere
any vista point,
any cafe
any tree
true, but not even sad,
the power of loneliness: fly to nowhere, die in nowhere

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