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Highway Reckoning 2 by Onyinye

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Highway Reckoning 2

Rock Song

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main st. at midnight under sodium glow,
busted taillight blinking like a heartbeat slow.
cassette hisses my father's ninth summer song,
we punch the throttle, nothing right, nothing wrong.
speedometer prayers, cigarette ash on the dash,
two black coffee cups and a map with a burned-out patch.
we swear on busted chrome we won't be homemade,
one flash of the skyline, then we fade.
run the line, cut the dark, let the sparks fly wide,
thunder in the throttle, lightning at our side.
no rearview promises, no safe alibis,
here’s our roar when the night falls apart.
passed the desert sign for lone pine, four cracked shells,
a motel neon humming like cheap wedding bells.
you left a lipstick on the visor, a city's sour scent,
the engine coughs, the odometer keeps ten years spent.
dust on the dashboard, your laugh stuck in the vents,
we trade our easy quiet for these reckless intents.
a busted stereo plays the song we can't unsay,
we gun the gear, the open road replies.
run the line, tear the sky, let the sparks fly wide,
thunder through the ribcage, radio to the night.
no rearview promises, just the road and our lies,
here’s our roar — louder, when the night falls apart.
burn the maps, tear out the past from the glovebox seam,
throw the key into the river and keep the gasoline dream.
there's consequence stitched in every mile we choose,
but i'd rather break and carry you than stand and lose.
run the line, light the fuse, make the darkness run,
thunder in our veins, two ragged stars on the run.
no more apologies, only who we are and scars,
here’s our roar when the night, when the night falls apart.
shout our names into the rain, let the town remember,
an engine's dying echo, a spark still embers.
headlights carve a promise on the back of the dark,
highway reckoning — we ride, we leave our mark.