The rhythmic sound of tires over pavement.

Road Songs

Uneven lies the surface Taking us to places We need to be; The hum and hiss Of flying air A background noise Urging us along Insistent In time and space.

Beneath the clamor a rhythm Washing over the rattle and roar, The syncopation of jazz, The long cool water Of the southern blues, The single thread of a violin Soaring on notes written Before the line was made Between A and B.

We are creatures of cadence You and I, Our beating hearts Measure collective moments Feeling the patterns In road songs For the journey That never ends.