with your visit


All that time you spent in your car
When you could have been out there doing what you wanted.

Yet .. if you didn't drive there wouldn't be any barometer to measure
For those things you had to do against what you wanted to do.

While you drove that needle into
Another county and over a thought that later vanished
And damned you for you didn't either have paper/pen
Or the dexterity to write it down.

As you drove around the suburbs and
The wintry lights of nigh went on winking with the stars,
You had to keep going to see her smile
And lick your presence .. 
To crawl into that work chair .. to paint the surface,
Something that welcomed it on in like a runway hugging tire tred.

All the time about and within the car
Doing the music as it does you .. 

I believe the average American spends nearly
3 or 4 solid weeks in transit .. 

Blazin' and gazin' here and there,
Singin' and slingin' with the original diva's of
The 30's and 40's jazz microphone .. 

Walking on the moon as the Cape Canaveral boy's
Plot another visit to that night light following 
Your windshield wipers as you 

Go make someone whole with your visit.