To Seattle, near Boston, then taking on Medford,
Austin, then Phoenix, on to Vegas, then Concord.
Nashville, Miami, then Philly, New York -
Hotels, with a bed, and a wine to uncork.
Somebody tell me, what the hell’s going on.
Getting through checkpoints from dusk until dawn;
Looking for car rentals, leaving a tip;
Then on to the freeway, like a radar’s green blip!
Choosing to travel, for this Heaven’s a must.
Business as usual, such crimes are a bust.
Contextual flavor, a chosen, sweet cause -
Evoking sheer passion, they earn much applause.
Maintaining one’s sentience, so sure of the glory;
This possible ending to a masterful story;
Decided to go toward one’s wonderful plan -
This state has no rival, for each woman or man.
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