Let Me Roll With my Routine, Please

I went West once
all the way to California
I made a point to only stop at BPs, churches, and side of the road fruit stands
I’d drive from 6am to 6pm

my Corolla kinda puttered out at one point
so some church man with a mustache worked on it
I got kinda mad because it threw off my routine
I had to start at 6pm and go to 6am.
so mad.

he sorta inquired where I was from
“You from here?”
“Uh, Ohio actually.”
“Oh.”

2 days of traveling
1 night, too
(8 fruit stands)
(3 churches)
(I lost count of the gas stations—I blame it on Rebecca)
Iowa to Utah made me a little depressed
but it wasn’t all bad
in Nevada I met this girl named Rebecca
she wore mom pants and tan nail polish
was about 27
smoked a little
had this habit of telling me the next exit was her stop
and then would make me stop at Citgos
she knew I hated that
so I left her at one.
still feel a little guilty about that one

California wasn’t that impressive, actually
but that cold blue ocean was a release
just ran in
clothed

I had a destination
just didn’t understand my journey
some things weren't so clear
but I knew how to get there, didn't I?
I knew how I wanted to go, OK?