Letter: Road tripping
This poem is about driving across America on the freeways with, as George Carlin said, “all the idiots and maniacs,” and how some people drive very fast but never seem to get anywhere.
I like to drive the freeway
and go so very fast
to arrive at my next life event
before it becomes the past
My foot it feels real heavy
with great weight it’s resting
upon the accelerator
because the limits i always am testing
I really fly down the highway
the car can’t go much faster
if i try to slow it down
there will surely be disaster
I always tend to pass you by
we travel at different speeds
then when my bumper is just past your nose
I turn off to satisfy all my needs
I stand there at the side of the road
gulping down my coffee and snack
when low and behold in a minute or two
you roll on by and pass me back
I go real fast and stop a lot
but you travel at an even pace
now i remember the tale of tortoise and hare
when the rabbit lost in disgrace
I always seem to be in a rush
yet never really get anywhere
so when you get to where you are going
I guess that I won’t meet you there
Prentice Boyd Billings
Aspen