An American Sentence

Lost roadway driving through a cloud, searching for my soul, bits and pieces.
Lost roadway driving through a cloud, searching for my soul, bits and pieces.
The car now turned around,
pointing in the wrong direction,
all in the blink of an eye—
can I back down this hill?
I’m a sitting duck!
Is another car coming?
Do I get out of the car?
Will the salt truck arrive soon?
Damn, such a good song
playing on the radio. I haven’t
heard that cut from Steely Dan
it in at least a decade.
I wish I had some coffee.
Damn, how long till the salt truck?