A Ford Taurus and an Old Road

 Neither cynical

or oddly hopeful

this is a season

change and before

a change is a wait

and before a wait

is a dream and when

the dream is framed

in such a way

sparks of desire

fly like a dropped 

muffler dragging behind

an old Ford Taurus 

at forty five down an

old highway, that needs

work itself, tie that

muffler up and tie me

down, drag me straight 

to hell, loving so many

finding none, I can

pray all I want, 

but can't tell anyone

a change of ride

would be fun make it

a Cadillac for one

just me and the 

open road