This stretch of I-70 is 400 miles
9 hours from St. Louis to Cleveland and
I’m about 5 hours in
Utter fullness never felt so defeating
and I’m beginning to regret that fleeting
craving for that McMuffin
and for you, dear Cup o’ Joe
Exit 63 was the devil on the shoulder of my road
Every bump on the highway
with you inside me, changing all the while
I don’t have time to stop again
but my friend
your persistence in escape blurs the lines on the road
I look at the empty cup and wish I were a guy,
that its golden arches might mingle with mine
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