Interstate

by Shann Palmer

Originally published on November 1, 2000

Cars must be driven, controlled destination not essential to the journey, sometimes the traveling is the trip. Hands on the wheel, heart on sleeve, Burt Bacharach plays, Elvis sings, piano predictable as road lines. Even the love songs are bittersweet, throat-choked resurfaced dreams. Detained over the next hill, under the pass a motorcyclist waits out [...]