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Driver's Song

American Poetry Review, The, Mar/Apr 2005 by Hoover, Paul

I shall never reach Danville, Ohio,

Danville distant and lonely.

Black car, small moon,

in the back seat beer.

Because I've forgotten the roads

I shall never reach Danville, Ohio.

Over the plains, through Indiana,

where I was lonely also.

Black car, yellow moon.

My dead father keeps watch over me

from an upstairs window.

What a long way from California

and in what a fast car-

invisible to the soul.

Ahead I see death moving slowly on the road.

I know I will touch her clothing

before I ever reach Danville, Ohio.

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Danville, distant and lonely.