Two-lane Blacktop

My lonely life progressed, like a yellow-lined two lane
blacktop
Seldom used and long neglected, crowded vehicles rarely stopping
On my 100 degree jungled asphalt, hard-shell cracked and bitter
buckling
The midday sweltering sun melts and molds an apparent ugly
duckling

Your sleek dark limousine, windows tinted, spinning donut wheels
Whitewall blurrings, Happy-go-lucky, glad-eyed motion squeals
Roaring right on through, shifting gears, pedal to the metal, ever
faster
Jazzing out Steely Dan tunes, my listening ears seek your magic
ghetto-blaster

Sweet, mellow Driver, slam the brakes on your NY state-of-mind
See the cloud-paced writing in the bright blue noontime sky,
aligned
Come unburden me with a semi-sonic peppered boom, that only I can
hear
No second thought impressions, my significant intentions are to keep
you near

Take my meandering, s-curved road, my pot holes and uneven
patches
My long blinding stretches in the heavy pouring rain, no nanosecond
snatches
No brightly lit highway signs that arrow point in a reasonable
direction
No compelling concerns in this invisible instance of timeless space
convection

As my newfound windfall partner, my solemn promise is to show you
Intended places you have longed to go, unfamiliar destinations,
traveling clues
Our vast unknown and still uncharted interlocking jigsaw puzzle pieces,
rearranged
An undetermined mysterious solving leaves our lives evolving, and
forever changed