The highway to nowhere 

Driving in the morning. Coffee and a breakfast sandwich. Listening to the Byrds. I never listened to the Byrds. It's the road to nowhere. 

I'd get up in the morning, hot shower and then I'm off. Never quite sure where. I'll see how I feel after five hours. Sometimes I just keep going. Sometimes I'd have a clear destination. Just got to make it to Rufusville. Pine Oaks motel $80/ night. Sometimes I'd get there at 1 pm. I'd lay down and take a nap then go out. I'd get a bottle of Fireball. I'd drink the bottle in the car and drive around Rufusville and see what it's about. How are they doing? What are they doing? Getting on with life. I'd find a Chinese or Thai restaurant if I was lucky. Nowhere is pretty much everywhere. I should start a team. The Nowhere Matadors. The Everywhere Wildcats. The Fireball Car Drunks. The Rufusville Byrds cd's. After dinner I'd stop and load up on supplies. Snacks sandwiches water Fireball chips cigarettes then back to the Pine Oaks and crank up the AC. Good night Nowhere.