There are shorter days…

Pears and California, ice-cold tea and lemon flavoured pastries.

Afternoons quietly passing watching the hula girl swaying her hips on the windshield.

Curves and highs and lows, speeding up getting there.

Summer’s going to be gone soon and we’re still on the road joking about being young and drinking margaritas while playing domino.

Watching the city teens getting past drunk on their nights out from behind the peach flavored vodka bottle.

Stealing a few swigs of your dad whiskey stash with low curses and burnin tongues and cigarette butts filling the car ashtray.

Colourful fairy lights on the porch and candles in the jars burning low.

Summer will be gone too soon at this rate.

Give me the theory and I shall spin our story while the dragonflies play into the darkness and the bonfire dies into tomorrow.

Annunci