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

some day.

 

Don’t be mean 

with my Gustine.