this road begs a truck and a full tank of gas windows down tire-tread serenade humidity and cool 4 a.m. headlights bugs on the windshield life unfolding on long-haul canvas whitetails from low rolling fog this all-night mind this morning is water truck packed for one or the other the first spill of purple orange purple a truck and full tank of gas begs for nothing when the sun comes up it’ll only be up for so long fish rising in their own universe the stars hold what they’ve got I close my eyes and see a barn and woods wing-set geese a river or lake painted into the distant hills I open them and see fields and a single cow meandering to its day this morning is woods I push on
the first spill of purple orange purple whitetails from low rolling fog I close my eyes and see a barn and woods this road begs a truck and a full tank of gas this morning is water a river or lake painted into the distant hills bugs on the windshield wing-set geese I open them and see fields and a single cow meandering to its day life unfolding on long-haul canvas when the sun comes up it’ll only be up for so long a truck and full tank of gas begs for nothing fish rising in their own universe this morning is woods humidity and cool 4 a.m. headlights tire-tread serenade truck packed for one or the other the stars hold what they’ve got windows down this all-night mind I push on
I close my eyes and see a barn and woods I open them and see fields and a single cow meandering to its day a river or lake painted into the distant hills the first spill of purple orange purple wing-set geese when the sun comes up it’ll only be up for so long this morning is water fish rising in their own universe this morning is woods whitetails from low rolling fog truck packed for one or the other the stars hold what they’ve got humidity and cool 4 a.m. headlights windows down bugs on the windshield tire-tread serenade this road begs a truck and a full tank of gas a truck and full tank of gas begs for nothing life unfolding on long-haul canvas I push on