Speeding through fog-filled Adirondack mountain roads.
The road narrows to black and white and grey
with a yellow line down the middle.
Dark obscure shapes loom beyond the white lines.
Oddly enough the fog clears as I roll through
downtown Saranac Lake at 5 AM.
Streetlights illuminate the sidewalks,
a car parked here and there,
and not a soul in sight.
August 18, 2004 - more crap from the road