Words of Art – Day 88 – Hit the Road Jane

Hit the Road Jane

Hit the road, Jane.
That’s right,
You heard me.
That is what I said.
Not what I suggested,
Not what I hinted at,
But what I said,
What I want.

I want you, Jane
To hit the road.
You really didn’t expect
Me to forgive you
For treating me so mean,
Did you?
That’s not going to happen.
So, pack up your things and go.
Don’t forget your toothbrush 
In the glass.

So, climb into your powder-blue pickup
And
Hit the road, Jane
And
Don’t you come back no more.

Roy W. Backes
© 2021