dream of the road

i wrote a poem for a project for one of my symbols classes that had to do with telling a story about ourselves. the best story i could think of was a culmination of the adventures molly and i have had on the road these last couple of summers following bob around. i have written about some of these adventures in my blog but i think this poem is what i have been trying to say with all those long drawn out renditions of each and every event that took place. hopefully this will give a greater picture of the overall feeling of what these adventures were like for us. here goes...

What cd do you want to play?
Smiling faces ask each other behind the wheel on a hot southern day.
I wonder if we'll see the bus on the way?
Hopeful hearts looking out the window singing along to the song of redemption
Not knowing their fate or if they'll even get in.
Hoping not to run into any deadends.
Do you know where we are? Were we supposed to go this far? Are the directions even in the car?
Lost on the road with a big show to see, trying to find our way don't come that easy.
But we always seem to make it to that big open stage,
And even meet some nice folks along the way.
We soon learn that security guards are our friends and the value of free tickets that a roadie sends.
Getting backstage with nothing but our charm, as if our innocent eyes pleading, "Sir, we mean no harm."
Just to get a glimpse of the one we came to see,
And maybe tell him thank you for all this possibility.
Giving nothing more than a hand and a smile
We get to see another world for a little while.
A little serendipity and luck sure took us a l ong way
But the adventure we had were more than we could ever repay.

The dream of the road
It always starts out with no where to go
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow
The feel of my foot on the pedal is all i really want to know.
Fast food and dirty hotel rooms
Sometimes the joy of rambling is over way too soon.