Taking a puddle jumper,

to some lost road,

in West Virginia,

Somewhere that is nowhere.

The motel is attached to a gas station,

got to fess up the key deposit,

lock on the door doesn’t work,

It smells like someplace else.

There is a bar and a factory,

it’s dark in the bar,

some country song playing,

and you smell the beer when you enter.

A few men inside,

stare at me with suspicion,

they know I belong,

someplace else.

There’s a woman at the bar,

eating and sucking down,

a long neck bottle of beer,

she glances at me and returns to her meal

She finishes and gets up,

walks right by me,

our eyes lock for a millisecond,

then she is gone forever down the lost road