poetry by j matthew waters

Sunday driving on winding roads

I’m riding shotgun in this fast car
Tracy Chapman behind the wheel
informing me in a singsong kind of way
she’s got a plan to get me out of here

with Tom Petty blaring out the radio
we’ve no choice but singing right along
Del in the backseat harmonizing
wind blowing back his head of hair

I pretend she keeps smiling my way
eyes on centerline and back again
McCartney beginning to suggest
she should let me drive her car
and maybe she’ll love me

march two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “Sunday driving on winding roads

  1. You know I love anything having to do with music. 🙂

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