Disused Cadillacs in the dust bowl,
doors open, mileage done,
twin halogen headlights outshone
by two hundred thousand miles
of nowhere and a billion stars,
all dying for another song on the radio,
young arms outstretched on the bench seat,
people always leaving, dreading arriving,
the open road was home,
the open road drummed hope
under white wall tyres,
vast continents lay behind,
and tomorrow was always
another day’s drive away.
PEADAR O’DONOGHUE is an anti-poet, photographer, and co-editor of PB mag.