Out for a Drive, No Destination in Mind

Ch #1

Get cares out from under foot;

Bind them up with what dispenses off a big ball of rhyme.

It’s time to unload—to air out the soul.

We’ll roll it all out ‘long side the road

As we roll along the side roads.

Rolling and blipping on the seams

As seeming endlessly rolling out as we roll.

Vs

Pick wishes off your tree out back.

Stuff ‘em into my big iron Nash.

She’s a pound of bounce to the ounce of dash.

Her bygone grace is laced with rust,

But silver shadows will ghost our dust,

And a back end banner reads: “Beulah or bust!”

Vs

Pick wishes off your tree out back.

Stuff ‘em into my big iron Nash.

She’s a pound of bounce ...