It's late. I'm driving south on 101 Listening to the game on A.M. I'm thinking a lot about nothing, Just driving on this dead road through the dark. I pass under some power lines -the radio sizzles and crackles. The reflecting squares are passing me Faster and faster. The sky is flittering And the trees are dark. The window is open, flooding me with cold air, But it feels good. I'm alone And that too feels good. Eventually I'll pass another car Or the sun...eventually, But right now Couldn't feel any better.Birth sign: Virgo
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