Wake the dog, car alarm, phone buzz, ring, it’s your dad, 40 in a 65, are you kidding me? Only country, only gospel, only pop. Goddammit 40 in a 65?! Run right over it, no more bebop, show tunes, way out at the gas station, I’ll just catch up later. Out of mustard. And- again?! Are you following me, in front of me? Everywhere I go, there you are, 40 in a 65. Passing strange, covers of covers, harmonica solo, you look at the road, you look at your cell phone, someone’s texted you, it’s your mom. Look up at the road, pass ‘im, acoustic, look at your phone, Spring Awakening to 100 degrees. Step in time my ass, no passing zone, learn to drive.
Road Sigh (Part 2)