Rummaging through my hoarding stacks of old journals and writings, I found another poem so you can Pillage through my words.
Side View Mirror
In a side view mirror with a dark side view
I’m driving down the highway and I’m thinking of you
I see a reflection
of a past I once knew
in a side view mirror with a dark side view.
And the clean rain falls
as it washes this place
while the moisture softens this hard luck face
But the scenery flies by
leaving nothing but a trace
As the clean rain falls on a tear-stained face.
Yellow stripes and concrete,
tumble weeds and dust
Gulf stream winds
blow back the bangs of lust
Passing cars of those
you think you’ll never meet
Leave a lasting first impression on the cracked leather seat.