my fine guitar, my brand new car
both take me places near and far
one soothes my head when I feel dead
or creates music in a bar
the other one can blow my hair
when, down, the window rolls once more
and pulls me out of some despair
with foot and pedal to the floor
both leave a feeling in my soul
of having been a different place
and both can pull the frown away
that settled deep upon my face.
2009/06/22
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