The rain was fresh on the streets
The camber of the road
Hissed beneath

The soft caressing seat
Sucked me back.
The town arose above me

Through the tunnel
Like a dream.


But nobody sees
Overland in a car
But nobody sees

The Soul Driver



A young man and his bride
Are laughing in room
As I glide


Under a sheet hung balcony
I look back.

Cafes courtyards bakeries.
Slide forever
Behind me.


But nobody sees
Overland in a car that sails

But nobody sees
The Soul Driver


And as my thick hissing wheels
Hit the open road
With a squeal

The soft caress of the seat
Sucked me back.