The Road To Forever

My curiosity led me to a place on this highway.
I'd never been here before, but I wasn't scared.
There were no trees, birds, mile-markers, or lines of any kind.


How did I get here?
Man, I just want to get home.


I was tired, and bored, but my patience was running out. The hot day soon turned into a chilly evening.

I didn't think I was going to make it, even with all that road ahead of me.

Yes, I had forgotten about how good it was back home. No plans, agendas, or schedules out here.
And, it's not crowded.

Now that I'm here, I want to be there.
But when I'm there, I'll want to be somewhere else.

My feet started to hurt from the abuse of the pavement. I felt like the only soul on earth.
The road behind was like the road ahead.


Where am I going?
Man, I just want to get home.




I heard the first sound other than my heavy breathing.
I turned to see a big, army-type truck with a dark cover shell over the back flat-bed.
It stopped directly along side of me.

"How far are you going?," I asked, as the old passenger door swung open.
There was no answer.

I climbed in to see a dark haired man wearing thick framed glasses. He had an old truck-drivers uniform on.
He had a beard that was gray, and unkempt. But his hair was straight, styled, and jet black.

"I'm headed for Phoenix." I said, breaking the silence. "You know, you look awfully familiar."

"Mah daddy says that too," said the man in black.

I looked towards the back of the truck. I could hear sounds of life, but I couldn't see anything.
"Who ya got back there?"
"Well, there's the Acid Queen, uh.. the Lounge Lizard, and uh... some guy named Mr. Jimmy."
"What?" I looked at him strangely, "You got a regular band going on back there."
"They don't do much now. They're along fo' the ride.," he said, his eyes fixed on the road.

I started to get restless, and a little nervous.
"We are headed for Phoenix, aren't we?"
He didn't answer.


"Who are you? And where exactly are we going?"

"I'm from Memphis.," he paused, and then said, "Son, do you believe in forever?"




I didn't recognize the road at all. I tried the door. It was locked.

"Ain't no use in tryin' that, son. You're wit' the band now."



I let go, and went to the back.



"Thank ya. Thank ya very mush."