Nowhere...Everywhere

..and me
with my ponytail
walking to
school
with a hippie
purse
full of
books
and pencils

 a skip in my
step

stopping at
the diner
for coffee
and eggs
over easy

reading alone
in the booth

smoking my
lucky strikes

hardly looking up
then leaving
a
two dollar tip.

with no
girlfriend
to call..
with no
desire
for school..
I walk
back to
the empty house

put some
Oxy10
on my face
and stare into
the mirror

17
years old

when everything
is right
and
wrong
in the world

I get back
into the bed

and with the window
cracked open..
 the breeze
coming in..
I close my
eyes
and hop
on a hobo
train
with Kerouac

going anywhere