Not in the back yard, or the edge of town, but miles into the desert, on a dusty, dark road.
Some moonless summer nights in my youth found me there. Smoking pot with friends, sitting on the tailgate of a pickup truck, or on the hood of a powder blue Camaro.
Speaking hardly above a whisper,..as if the dark would shatter into a million pieces if you didn't
and looking up into the sky and a million bits of light to think it had happened before.
with a good buzz, a whole bunch of nothing felt like it swallowed me up,.. and left me floating
I think of that sometimes now,..with a good buzz, wishing I could do that again and feel that way.
maybe time travel awhile
maybe after I retire. When I was little I wanted to be a hippy because they always looked so happy. Maybe I will retire and be a hippy and soak up a few moonless summer nights in the desert.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
