Back Roads I - Dustin Vado

When I drive these back roads
I feel like I own this fucking town
All the beauty
All the ugliness

I am the cop
Keeping order in words
Writing tickets in verse
Arresting breath at stops

The big lady outside riding daisy dukes
Is my subject and I am her servant
Saving the world from my air when I forgot to breathe
Surprised at the sight of a camel in San Jose

This is my pot-holed pavement 
To have and to hold 
In bronze and in gold
To drive and survive