Runaway Kisses

Well-worn tracks
My old friends
Pounded tarmac
Beneath the wheels

The air whispers Route 66
Tells me, it ceased to exist
I grit my teeth
And push the pedal
It’s here I say, it’s here
But only if you believe

Who needs the signs?
When memories flow through
the air conditioning?
I remember a lost love
Who never came to this country
Let alone drove this road
But he did taste these lips

The ones that smile on 66.

 

Little Ginge x

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