As you leave Detroit,
with it’s decaying motels, get drunk shack bars, and appliance stores,
turns into the gentler Highway 24.
With the scars behind you,
far away from the sprawl,
the farm towns appear.
Tidy houses overseeing,
Highway 24 shines in the summer.
The Ohio state crews,
mowing the median and patching the damage their salt brought the winter before.
I’ve left for the places TV endorses,
but those Ohio and Indiana and Michigan roads used to offer me so much.
Lovers and family and true vacations.
Better things than the roads I now drive,
in my now “better” places.
As I sit here today,
it seems my task,
is to once again view those familiar paths,
as good enough.