Put that in the Books!

He booked it.
He booked it through tree leaves
and vacant streets.
He booked it by sinking seas
and heavy, rising Gs.
He booked it with both feet
slamming on blank sheets of open space
without hearing his steps
or seeing his compass.
Without legends to follow.
Without boots to make his descent
more comfortable,
to avoid dead grass and weeds
stabbing his feet.
He booked it.
He booked it in hotel rooms
where the smell of clean sheets
only hid the stains
from plain view.
He booked it in fifth gear
through freeway traffic.
He booked it until his truck could
no longer corner and screamed,
"I give up!" as it rolled over
and over and over.
"It's over! Come out
with your hands up!"