The Soul Driver

The rain was fresh on the streets

The camber of the road

Hissed beneath

The soft caressing seat

Sucked me back.

The town arose above me

Through the tunnel

Like a dream.

But nobody sees

Overland in a car

But nobody sees

The Soul Driver

A young man and his bride

Are laughing in room

As I glide

Under a sheet hung balcony

I look back.

Cafes courtyards bakeries.

Slide forever

Behind me.

But nobody sees

Overland in a car that sails

But nobody sees

The Soul Driver

And as my thick hissing wheels

Hit the open road

With a squeal

The soft caress of the seat

Sucked me back.