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Driving down the highway

West 80 towards San Francisco

& I'm going to Berkeley

to see a 70's punk band, the Avengers

& how surreal is this?

for a Boston boy

who might've done this 30 years ago

if he wasn't 3000 miles away

But tonight

I sail in the darkness

& the flickering lights

of the houses and restaurants

along the highway

reflecting

lives that have mostly lived here

for decades

& I'm coasting through

on one of my first visits

on unknown stretches of road

like I don't belong, I'm intruding

like it's some kind of dream somewhere

I feel I'm not supposed to be here

but felt that many times back home

it's just a strange experience

but a good one

& I just smile

at this crazed feeling of freedom

as I glide into the night

& the unknown