the lost man

                     walked a white line

                                looking for an exit  

                         "good bye, darling"

he mumbled 

                                    he wiped the sweat off his brow and

                                                  pulled the dog eared map out of his pocket 

"let's see here, now, we gotta be on here somewhere"

      a truck blew bye at ninety 

        laying hard on the horn

                            "sheesh, motherfucker"

                             the white line kept going 

toward the next town