we called the road our own

we used to drive

when we had things to talk over

both facing front

watching the world slide by

no phones no tv no music

only the rhythm of the road

listening with the ears

our eyes watching for other things

the rules were easy enough

say what you got to say

no response for a minute two

to think over what was said

how you felt about that

no pots crockery to throw

no desire to crash into a wall

just understanding the other

was there to communicate

no offense no hurt no wars

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