It was always such a lonely road
horses cars bicycles then in later years
mostly pickups and tractors
I never saw no one who wasn’t
from around here until
the people came with little screens on the windshield.
Slick sports cars eighteen wheelers
drivin’ hard to get somewhere else
I had one stop to walk up to my porch
laughing – is this the road to Destin?
you’ve got to be kidding, old man.
I said I didn’t know – I’d never been.
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