Long Way to Drive for 15 minutes of Fame part 1 (C) 2020

Driving on that road. This road doesn’t seem to end. Been driving for hours now. I have a few more hours to go. Atlanta’s traffic sucks. Has twelve lanes that seem more like twenty lanes. Have to get a rhyme done. My next performance is a couple days from now. My cd’s are always with me when I drive. Listening to my cds helps me to pass the time. Many times, I’ll write down what ones I’ll listen to. I’m listening to Poison’s greatest hits. In seconds, there I am. It’s the 1980’s and the joys of driving a car. Me and my best friend are in the mall. I remember when he bought Poison’s first album. I remember the album Look What The Cat Dragged In. They were really beautiful looking women.

And Now I find myself singing along with to the songs. I keep my sights peripheral. Thus comes a damning thought, “What will they think of me?” Then comes that classic song, “Was it something I said or something I did…” Damn the clouds are looking dark. Did I hear thunder? Or was it just the big trucks behind me. In those sad, sad, saghhhd lyrics; here it comes again, “Every rose has its thorn,” more and more memories come. Memories of waiting on her to come back. Damn it, if only I wouldn’t have blown it; we could have had a beautiful family now. I read the exit signs. “Wow, there’s one for Holmes Avenue.” You drive as much as I do for an openmic, for my fifteen minutes of fame, you see so many exit signs. Exit signs can have a deeper meaning. The exits are the different paths. One path with many different paths off of it. The other paths, are my choices. One path could be toward God.

“Damn it, I did something wrong. I should be living a better life. Should be married. Should have made a family. Should have that six-digit earning job. Should be living in a big house. Like a house on the cover of magazines. Should be driving a bigger car. Should have gotten a better college degree. Then I see a no U turn sign. The rain falls fiercely. Can’t hardly see the road for a few seconds. I love the rain. I look at my phone.

So many different exits. What’s that they say? “The path is wide but the gate is narrow.” How far would I have gotten if I would have stayed on the one path? It’s scary because I am not sure where it goes. “Every rose has its thorn…” Bret Michaels continues. An I’m now considering that those exits could be memories.