I traveled the back country roads
snuggling a yellow tail
while listening to too many kilowatts
blaring out of cracked speakers
matching my hoarse throat
but the wind rushing through the windows
didn’t mind the free ride or tell
a damn soul I was lost inside.
I should tell you this was therapy
much cheaper and no appointment necessary
haphazardly, I know, but music fueled my mind
erased the hurtin’ kind.
Yep, that old Ford kept me alive
through all the darkest of times
along with the yellow tail
until I finally chucked it out
and ran out of gas.