I’m hurtling down the road,
strains of Joni in my head.
Side watching Gustine sleep.
Once a kid, not really now.
Ready to fly right out the door,
feet no longer stuck on our floor.
Four highway blackbirds clinging to one branch of scrub.
So cozy to get some middle of nowhere love.
Whiplash wind not gentle breeze
blowing that girl away from me
Take some ease
with her please
I want her back in one piece
Don’t be mean
with my Gustine.