I drove across the kingdom of America
looking for a girl, three thousand miles,
a dozen donuts, and seven bottles of water,
and a highway hotter than hell, hell yes.
I wrote a poem for her while driving,
didn’t give a damn about the road,
I became a part of it, tarry and cracked
just as life without her.
Stopped by a grocery store,
there she stood, all beautiful and shit.
Who would’ve known I’d meet her in produce
in the arms of another man.