Rummaging through my hoarding stacks of old journals and writings, I found another poem so you can Pillage through my words.

Side View Mirror

In a side view mirror with a dark side view

I’m driving down the highway and I’m thinking of you

I see a reflection

of a past I once knew

in a side view mirror with a dark side view.

And the clean rain falls

as it washes this place

while the moisture softens this hard luck face

But the scenery flies by

leaving nothing but a trace

As the clean rain falls on a tear-stained face.

Yellow stripes and concrete,

tumble weeds and dust

Gulf stream winds

blow back the bangs of lust

Passing cars of those

you think you’ll never meet

Leave a lasting first impression on the cracked leather seat.