Seger and the poets make romance and lyric references
to the song of the road.
They lie big generous loving lies.
The road sings a song that is hard and screams in your ears,
a banshee drumming on delicate bits and pieces inside your head.
The road whistles, howls and roars
enough to make your ears bleed like
a lover’s scratch worth the pain.
The song can hurt, diminish and delete.
The real road song echoes in your head
at night or
in the quiet places
taunting, ringing, ever present
a noisy tattoo on your senses
never gone, always singing.
God, what a ugly wonderful sound.