We drank imaginary coffee while we drove
The scrabbled roads of the Appalachian Mountains.
As we climbed, the night stars fell from the pitch
Hitting our heads.
The rocky ceiling grabbed us and held on.
The sweetness of nothing blew through the truck’s air vents.
Who were we to say otherwise?
Imaginary maps helped us find the dead end roads
And the switchbacks.
We sang songs that hadn’t been written.
We got bored.
Here is what we decided.
The best pizza is DiCarlo’s in Steubenville
The best ribs are at DeeJay’s in Weirton
The best Class A football team in the state is the Madonna Blue Dons