Only expectation,
                    14.5 hours
                    in a car
                    in 4.5 hours
fuck writing, I'm going to bed. 
 
 

August 2, noon

Exactly noon,
          at Hardee's
in middle south Missouri.
                              Don't know town's name,
hamburger is same shit
they give you whenever
you order this shit.
                              Dog's in the car waiting for his hamburger.
People with accents,
                    Billy Bob just picked up a job application
for a tough life in the middle of nowhere.
At least
                    Iowa wasn't Missouri
          this place is desperate, 
almost to the point of being metaphysical.

(Am I required to continue waiting for my french fries? What problems would be caused if I just left? I could fight my way back up to the front of the crowd and demand satisfaction, but the ensuing confusion of an extra thingy of fries could be satisfaction enough)

Okay, back on the road.