Cruisin'

Rolled down the window,

For the lucky, where the filter and my lips meet.

Rain drops falling between my seat.

While inspirations fall onto my lap.

Sweet sounds of the saxophone 

Glide through the auxcord. 

Blooming out of the speaker 

Feet on the dashboard 

The passenger awaits, my keeper

Keep her 

Quarter tank of 87 

No money 

Long destination 

It’s endless 

Wishing my odometer was the amount of money I had 

No worries 

City lights amplify on my car 

But for now, 

Let’s take the back road 

Over the reservoir.