Road Master

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Road Master
      by Jenny Billings Beaver

Our romance was NASCAR fast
lasting only a few months
before you left me for Minneapolis.

You broke up with me 
in the front seat of my convertible.
You weren’t ever coming back
because you hated our roads here.

Did you detest Billy Graham Pkwy
when your plane landed?
Did you despise 85 
when you booked your hotel?
What was wrong with 77 
when I drove it to get to you?
You made me breakfast off Carolina Lily
ate lunch off 29, dinner on Harris Blvd
told me you loved me on Highway 49…

I know the 485 bypass wasn’t yet completed
but I thought we were at least
in the same lane.

I hear Minnesota is nice, but crowded,
that there are not a lot of places to park,
that you sold your car soon after you got there.