Just Passing Through...
Your mountains and prairies are safe from me,
it’s only your roads I want
89 in Utah, 191 in Montana,
route 50 cutting Nevada in half
I’m not looking to stay or upset your order,
like New Yorkers and Californians do
I just want to ride to tomorrow and back
—the view and the memories my home
(Dewey Montana: September, 1996)
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