I’ve told you before,
There’s nothing tying us down
To any one place.
My car’s a beater,
But it’ll take us wherever we
Need to go.
You pick the tracks,
The back seat has a 72-count
Wallet with a profusion of CDs.
I’m an old school nineties boy,
Loving the sharp sound of those discs
Over anything digital.
This rust bucket is our starship Enterprise
And you’re my panoramic road trip lover.
(Photo taken by me.)