well-rested exhaustion

you know the feel
of a road opened up
too far from home
plenty of sleep
more gas than a car could drink
not exactly boredom
nowhere near excitement
the indictment doesn't contain any words
only a feel
possibly a pencil sketch
abstract, the work of a minute
barely enough to keep the 'go'
almost enough to start to stop
make another meal
eat it out of habit