Feeling low I drove into Jersey.
Battling a continuous rush hour
And inching forward is never heaven.
The high point of the garden state,
High Point, New Jersey
Waited for me as merely
A few lines on an old map
And a couple
Of twists and turns
On the Google navigator.
I wondered when I should stop,
Refill gas,
Grab water
And replenish my soul.
I drove
Through the lowlands
Of sadness
That Jersey always brings.
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