This poem was inspired by my experiences driving for hours on end in Australia and the song “Hound Dog” released by Cold Chisel (lyrics by Don Walker). You can see live performance of the song recorded in the early 2000s here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywRVABy4j6Y The song was on the 1982 album, Circus Animals….side note: how could that be 40 years ago already?? For more information about the band and their music you can check out their official website: https://www.coldchisel.com/
Asphalt in my blood Endless grey monotony Straight lines forced to bed around contrived corners that exist only to give me something to navigate. Watching the dial swing the revolutions per minute per mile as gears change but nothing else does. Long journeys no air conditioning or talking Just the sound of the tires on the round surface and the engine So much time to think and get sun burnt So many roads to travel and places to see as glimpses wash by I have asphalt in my blood and the urge to drive until I reach the end of the road and decide to keep going.
This image is cool but the sky is too busy, the grass too green and the landscape too interesting to be a good representation of the roads I grew up driving.