The Valley Drive

One more scorching summer through the Great Central Valley,
to drive an endless road through miles of growing things I fly past.
Corn, cotton, tomatoes, and trees of all kinds whisk by along the way.
If only I could see another town instead of fresh farm smells, growling trucks,
and black pavement along ubiquitous rolling hillsides.

I can stay here, though in the middle of nowhere, but so close to everything, as you know.
I am no stranger to this vast land, as I have lived in the North and the South.
I drive up and I drive down, just trying to get around.
You are the one I come to visit from so far away.


Just one more mile to go in the heart of the greatest agricultural spot in the nation,
we can talk about cities we desire to live someday,
but what a lack of urbanization along the way.
I left, and now I'm back again, a short drive from an ocean, lakes of all sizes,
majestic mountains, and some of my favorite national parks.
Please say you missed me since I went away, or join me on a hike today.

It is hot on my journey south, another mile since gone by.
The Bathrooms, Kettleman, Coalinga, just flew by, but after 64 ounces I have to go…
No more music on the radio, and where am I anyway?
Just thinking of how long until I am with you,
with fewer mullings of fruits and nuts I have.
The Grapevine approaches, the end of my arduous adventure concludes as I am within reach of the great City of Angels.