Hip-hop Morning

In the wee hours of the morning on the interstate

Lost on the highway of pre-dawn blackness
Playing pinball poker with lane hogging pickups
Dizzy in the shuffle of tailgating tail lights

Heading for boredom

Passed in the night by a pony tailed pupa
Bopping to the rhythm of steel belted radials
Wrapped in the cover of her Cadillac cocoon

Heading for stardom

Stirred from the slumber of lead footed limbo
Breaking through the jumble of neon commotion
Called by the glow of a full service rest stop

Heading for off-ramp

Drawn to the glare of a get-n-go morning
Parking in the shadow of a still smoking caddy
Looking through the mist over Styrofoam coffee
Met by the gaze from a pony tailed princess

Heading for sunrise

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