hunting for coffee

you’ll find me riding

the right white line

avoiding the broken ruts

left by trucks

the wake of big rigs

throwing me around

like a rag doll

eleven hundred miles done

& a hundred plus more

to come

trying not to stare

at the girls on white plastic chairs

& wondering

about the life that led them there

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