On the Road

Bumping along the empty road
Potholes like scars a pockmarked cheek
The smell of dust and pleather hangs in the air
In our single cab bakkie* with a bench seat.

Laughing about nothing and everything,
All at once
And gossiping like bored ou tannies**
Or just sitting together in tranquil silence
Enjoying eachothers company.

We're on our way to the crocodile farm
Or Sodwana Bay to drift along the rainbow coloured world.
Maybe St. Lucia for the endless stretches of soft white sand,
And memories of ashes scattered in the wind.
It doesn't really matter where we go
This is the part I love.

AC/DC and motorhead
Telling stories about when you were young,
Stopping for coke and a garage*** pie
This is the part I love

*pickup truck
**old ladies
***gas station