It was her turn to drive, we’d be at it for hours
the quiet hum of NPR on the radio in the
background, something about
whetting the whistle in modern times
sipping on that pop we picked up in Tallahassee just after
that dude asked us for directions.
I pulled a deck of cards out from the backseat
Grappling between suitcases and balancing my coffee
She told me i looked like a fool
Raising my glass on a sixty eight degree turn
Following the road of life.