Pulled out of Tonopah at half-past last
heading up ninety-five.
Rocks were glowing—sand was blowing,
saw absolutely nothing alive.
Realized then: what did I know,
is there anything real I see?
This highway runnin’ in the dead of night
is gonna be the death of me.
The desert held me in the cup of her hand;
I tried not to make a sound.
The stars were tipping, felt like I was tripping,
there was nobody else around.
Then I saw her by the side of the road;
how could that possibly be?
This highway runnin’ in the dead of night
is gonna be the death of me.
I don’t remember stopping—but there she was,
her shirt read “lost and found.”
That half-lipped smile gave be a buzz
while my heart dragged along the ground.
Her ice cold hand brushed along my cheek,
her eyes were the color of dawn.
I knew I’d die if I tried to speak,
I blinked and she was gone.
I gave it up and was the road
sliding under my wheels.
We just kept rolling—no way of knowing,
must just be one of those deals.
Knew for sure—what did I know?
There is nothing real I see.
This highway runnin’ in the dead of night
is gonna be the death of me.
(highway: wildandphotos.com; ghost: pinterest.com)
Narble Furt Lives 
Yea! Ghostly to the mostly!
And I am enjoying much
These verses by thee 🙂
Thanks.
Nice… I wrote my first poem ever a few days ago and blogged it! You raise the bar, and I slither on my belly! 😎
That’s just how it is…for now!
The lyrics in this blog have turned into a rocknroll song. Been fun writing it and making the chords and melody work. Thanks for the compliment. I’m enjoying your blog.
This reads very much like a Johnny Cash song. That’s a good thing.
I have been to Tonopah, and “saw absolutely nothing alive” is very accurate!
The highway is a movable feast, as I’m sure you know..