crossing county lines
cream provides a soundtrack for ears to travel
moonroof open, with head back
no stars tonight
passing through nowhere towns
I glance up from my laid back position
the glow from store front neons hits me in the face
like one of those mournings of first days sun
after a heavy night of smoking tea and drinking booze
I put my head back again.
Originally written in the Fall of 2008, typed into my cellphone as I rode shotgun in Robert Bain's car while we drove between Valrico and Winter Haven, Florida passing through the small towns of Bartow and Mulberry. First published Fall 2008 on the myspace.com/thefilmgallery blog.
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