walking each other home

sometime we drive
in old cars
across the bridges
and under the stars

up the coast or
down the coast
it doesn't matter
it's already a masterpiece

a 1000 sparkling afternoons gone

spilled from the belly of the beast

nothing to show 

but sun burned skin

and tired muscle

the sound of a vintage corvette
the deep throaty sound
wet with un-burnt gas and carbon monoxide
the stop light changes

the river of time flows

we push on towards home