DOIN' SPEED
You were so
young.
I
was all muscle
and harsh scars
and all
the profanity of a war.
I was all
for speed
and 'racing oil' dreams.
"Just take me along for the ride!"
you said.
Makin' love was a lot better
than workin' overtime.
Working hard was just a way
to
get back home to you.
Overtime was a dream
of you.
... and you became a NICU Nurse
with dreams of your own.
A life of your own.
... Yet you never let me down.
... softlips upon my neck
and speed
... back then
along a road
... traveled
together.
You and I
Diane.
... Never afraid!
,
ridin'
toward
Sundown.