New, Different Words

Drivin’ a truck

That no way wants to  be driven,

Followin’ a blacktop route

That, you got it, is damned-down

Difficult to  follow;

Strugglin’ to remember

What just cannot be remembered:

Seeking to complete

What will never be completed,

With new, different words

Ringin’ in my brain pan, whisperin’:

“Why is it that

The best of the bad men

Is always on the run:

Too far away, and

On the wrong side of the sun?”