Reality

Rainy days and car trips.
Drops on the window,
the same as the ones inside
--dotting her cheeks.
A girl with her music,
and a father with his beer,
trying to hide in the rhythms
of intoxication.
Their attempt to let life
pass them by
failed;
at least for the moment
it heals.
Hoping to mend broken hearts
and blood shot eyes.
Yellow lines and YIELD signs,
but no matter how many they pass
they end up in the same place again.
Loops of highway
leading to no place important,
except the escape of truth.
A father with his bottle,
and a daughter with a broken heart
and a mouth for sarcasm.
They'll end up where they started;
at the Exit sign,
trying to drive to someplace real,
but instead discovering
cynicism and slurred words.