Close your eyes

Close your eyes

Turn into the wind

Let it tingle

Your skin

Remember the first time

You leaned out of the window

Of a moving car

The thrill

Of excitement

The chill

In the backdraft

When a truck flew past

In the other direction

And your daddy cried

Out loud

For goodness sake

Losing your head

Is no way

To start your day

An old crow caws

In the distance

Tribal wars

Over a gum tree

The runt of the litter

Will never make it,

Windfall

Is best left alone

The smell of hot tar

On a blacktop

When the sun is full

The creak of

Old leather

Making out

On the back seat

In a car park

By the river

Old feelings

Tickling dry skin

Prickling the hairs

On the back of your neck

A lazy day

Crawling slowly

Across a deck

Full of stories

Ghosts are plentiful

In quiet surroundings

An English late summer

An early spring

In Australia

There is still

All to play for

Let the troubadour sing

Hallelujah

There is a life to live

A little shy

Of the fast lane

But not too slow

To trot

Oh no no.