Road Poem
By Don

Braving the highways of life,
Six AM,
Numbing radio talk...
just idle chatter,
I-80 eastbound...
Mercer just behind me
Clarion just ahead,
So many 18-wheelers
this rainy Thursday morning,
Memories of old times
in Martins Ferry...
drift by like butterflies in clouds,
Dreary morning...
thinking alone,
before my coffee.