i know the secrets of highway six.
where pretty boys go skinny dipping
without their girlfriends. where bad
boys shoot empty beer cans because
empty bud cans don’t shoot back. i
ride through the allegheny mountains
to gather my thoughts. i cruise the
backroads of amish farms to free my
mind. where the deer and the antelope
play. where the dogs run free after
black bears and for there lives afterwards.
twelve miles down the road is the
best chili dog with seasoned fries.
up the road are my neighbors with
no names. snowplows don’t roll till
5 a.m. only two county cops are
on duty at a time. bank robberies
are rare but it’s an easy get away.
every radio station plays dylan’s rainy
day women #12 & 35 because there
are no secrets out on highway six.