I'm taking that Joshua Forest Scenic Road.
54 miles along Route 93 northwest of Phoenix
In Our 1953 Packard Clipper Sportster Sedan
The rarest Clipper made. There's no floweriness-
Here: hot sun, straight roads and distant mountains
It all brings back memories of being young.
Chrome flashes, no-roots no-place to call home
Just open road, a few bits of luggage slung
Crumpled in the backseat; destination,
Unknown, with a seven o'clock shadow,
Trailing behind us, hope to find a motel-
Soon, Jimmy Buffett's-incommunicado
Is on the radio & I feel like I'm-daydreaming
No worries to conceive clear roads ahead
The rest of my retirement-planned in my head
O, honey, just pass me another cigarette.
~or
He's taking that Joshua Forest Scenic Road.
54 miles along Route 93 northwest of Phoenix
in his 1953 Packard Clipper Sportster Sedan
the rarest Clipper made. There's no floweriness-
here: Hot sun, straight roads and distant mountains
it all brings back memories of being young.
Chrome flashes, no-roots no-place to call home
just open road, a few bits of luggage slung
crumpled in the backseat; destination,
unknown, with a seven o'clock shadow,
trailing behind him, hoping to find a motel-
soon, Jimmy Buffett's-incommunicado
is on the radio, and it feels like a daydream
no worries to conceive clear roads ahead
The rest of his retirement-planned in his head
oh, honey, pass me another Marlboro cigarette.
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