j'ai conduit une fois à travers l'amérique

this one time

this one time

i drove across 

america.

not the band.

they suck. 

i hate america.

the band.

no really, they aren't

very good at all.

moving on.

i drove across

america.

and i saw a lot 

of things.

in america.

i saw nebraska

and the lights

of a nebraska 

highway patrolman

as he pulled me over

(this also happened

in reno

and iowa.)

i saw the inside of my car

every night 

as i fell asleep

in the backseat 

of my 1991 four-door

lebaron

except for one 

night in jackson

hole where i stayed

in a friends room.

his name was trey.

it still is.

i saw the plains, 

trains,

and the tetons - 

at two in the morning

in driving rain

with one windshield

wiper gone

awake purely 

on or off caffeine.

i saw the

the redwoods and

the ocean. the 

peninsula and the bay.

monterey.

i saw some hippies

and some friends

with meatloaf

and a crate of my LPs.

i saw a semi 

on its side on the 

freeway in

the middle of

wyoming.

which is a terribly

windy state. 

i saw many things

this one time

i drove across america

alone. 

but the only 

person or thing

really worth

seeing, the only 

real reason for my going

was to see you.