Author's Note: Music is in my blood, in my brain, in my heart, and always in my truck!
just me and the music
stretching into the night mottled black and gray punctuated by the nonsense code of dashes and dots the freeway hums against the beat of the radio my free foot the one not on the gas keeps time while i, unabashed force the high harmony to fill the pickup cab no one there to care if i miss a word or two break to falsetto when the notes move too high or cough when the bass beckons me and i silly tenor try to slide down somewhere i only go when i have a cold but i don't have to think don't have to miss you don't have to worry about tomorrow's early alarm or taxes or children or anything no tonight on this near empty four-lane there is only me and the music
©2021 Jim Lewis
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