I was the last traveler of that day.
I was alone on the bus,
and happy that they were spending all that money
just to take me to Route 8!
Driver, I called,
it’s just you and me tonight,
let’s leave this big city behind,
and head to a smaller town, better suited for the heart.
Let’s pass by the beachside pools of Miami.
You in your seat, me a few rows back,
in some towns we could even switch places,
just to prove how right you were to head North!
Let’s go find ourselves
among American villages,
small fishing towns,
in the unknown Florida,
and in the park, by the shore.
But from the bus appeared only lonely metallic billboards
and the welcome sign to the city of New York.
