and as Bob Dylan's voice goes from gravel to static
on that jewel of the airwaves, KCSM
I imagine reaching Oakland by midnight
and falling happily into bed.
Past the chain stores and chain restaraunts
stretching like fractals constrained to the freeway
from Magic Mointain to Sacramento and beyond,
my eyes fill with tears at guitar strums in my ears
and the sign saying "buckle up
for safety."

oh fleeway of freedom, flow takin' me home
red tail lights ahead as I'm drivin'
I speed through the night, going more or less north
with a smile.