Gas On Empty

On the road I

Thought for the first

Time

In a while 

Of travel again

Something

In the grumble of

Concrete 

The hum of the 

Engine in

My bones

Follow the lines on

The ground

Gentle

Linear

Arcs

The sun is 

Setting behind me

I can watch it in

The rear view 

Mirror

All the blue at 

The horizon chased

Away

Gold like autumn in

Its place

And I thought it

Might never end

Gas on empty

Twilight 

Approaching

Maybe it would just 

Pause 

There

Pale sunset for-

Ever

But the road moves

On

It only stops when you

Stop

Infinite until

You pull over to

Check the map

Buy a coffee

Stretch your legs

Or to rest

For a night

For a year

For a few

Hours and then

Onward