Memphis 212 Miles

Counting hours with you in this car,
watching your profile glide over time and miles
and See Rock City and the Bucksnort exit that always makes you smile--
I wish I played a steel guitar.

I’d write a country anthem
about a woman with a name like yours
and tip my hat down over my eyes
and sing you home.

The kind of song you can sing along to
when you’re drinking a beer with sawdust in your hair,
that makes you lay a wistful look across the table at your honey,
and she gives you a blow job in your Camaro ‘cause it’s your anniversary.

And they would know I sang about you
and I’d tell the juke box world
that love is twisty as a country road-- in wild horse saloons--
but it is straight as the crow flies in reality.
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1st line from Worm Moon by SeattleRain.
Last line from Crow Moon by Tathagata