A little poem about touring

Getting ready to go on the road in Europe again, I'm posting a little poem on the subject matter. :)

it’s an oddity
a bus full of guys
and me
on the way to a wee
little village in
germany
guided by the voice
of prissy ms. Gps
we follow the trail
of white stripes going west
seeking this mystical place called
club
and hoping people will show up
so it won’t be just the guys and me
on the road through germany