The warm soak of a hot water pool, outside in a fall tourist mountain town
The echoes of the crickets tick deeply into the night
A fresh wash, a new blue bubble you,
Ashes and dust spry free of a brilliant slick flesh colored limb of 5 digits
37912 west of here, only 40 miles.
The money comes so easy, a fresh black crew cut, a set of newly laundered press
Press start to continue
So if we go forth into the autumn night,
And Seek a new blue W
Then maybe one day it’ll all be okay
Like a dog on a hilltop.
Adventure sings to me a country folk song
A drunken man yells “Git er done!” with a hearty fist jam
“Rock n roll, baby!! Woo Roll Tide!”
You’re in the wrong place, get out of here you Alabama fuck tard
I will beat your ass with a stick made out of the tree in your front yard
200 miles from here
Only 200 more to go
Time for a shot of Jack
A dagnabbit show ladies dress kicks high heels and a ruffled haircut from the 80’s
What decade is it again?
Has only begun
A red racing, cliff-hanging, explosion waiting to happen in a fire-highway massive
The jams are freelance
Too much Jack and not enough Jill
100 mph with enough force to kill
So I’ll take my blue with a W
Just for today, with a cool breeze through my window.