I remember the bluish tinge of the salt flats
Their mountain rimmed edges, stringing off to nowhere
And hardly nothing else, on the white expanse of land
But a neon casino town, one that hurt your eyes, and an ill used road
My car traveling down it, wheels turning on the dark macadam
Sending vibrations, up and into the windows, that shook in a pattern
I remember rolling the window half- down, it's plexiglass front blue-cold
And scratching with my fingernails at the frost written all over it, like spiders print
And I tried to improve my view point, onto the stretch of gleaming white nothing
So I could see just a small bit further back up the half-shining road
So I could just find a small glimpse, of the dark gray pass, that led to Salt Lake City.
I remember leaning back for a moment in the leather car seats
Placing my arms behind my neck, and cracking my knuckles, once
A stupid smile written across my face, and reflecting into the rear view mirror
And with every part of me uplifted into the cloudless blue sky
I moved with a flying ecstasy, like the seagulls that wheeled overhead.
The sand colored truck turned down a curve, it's wheels still beating against the cement
And I lulled to one side with it, my eyes still fixed resolutely on the road ahead
As it moved and shimmered in the half-snowed light of the morning
And the flats let me watch the curvature of the earth, moving with the road
I placed my face to one side of the seat, up next to the leather,and inhaled the diamond air
I was going home
To the place I'd never really left.