For G.D. Rip and Holly Arnold. God Bless.
1963
Stuck in a John Wayne move
Gray-blue ‘59 Mustang
Pressed cheek down to
The real leather and
Hearing the Conway Twitty
And twang, two boys dream
Of rhapsody hidden in shade
During the night, cast of daylight
Getting a last moment
Before sunrise engulfs
The open, sunny valley
Where have all the dreamers gone?
He said, "Why can't we run away? "
He thought they could cast aside
Their fears and society
Make their way to the East.
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