The grey strip of asphalt slips beneath me
A satin edged endless blanket
Side to side
My tires sway gentle as pillows
And I am a punch drunk sailor
Sailing into the familiar unfamiliar
Warm to woozy
Rumple wide alert tumble fast asleep
Repeat in a rock-the-cradle rhythm
Slow weaving buffeted by metal chariots
Speed to slumber
Dream streaming home
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