Rusted Relationships

Parked out back
Rusted out truck
Pushin’ up peonies
Forgotten or stuck

Ain’t goin’, nothin’ doin’
Just sittin’ there now
It’s a bed for crickets
Scratchin’ post for Cow

I wish you were my bed again
Sleepin’ under the stars
Takin’ me every place
Like a string of old boxcars

We wouldn’t have to go
Never turn those tires
I’d simply think of where
And you would spark those fires

Like a child, grip the wheel
Dream of great, big skies
Visit the past, where we find at last,
The vast wonder of wandering lies

Curl up cozy on your smooth, old lap
Smell of well-worn leather
Rolled-up, dusty blanket
When we’re in for colder weather

I hear you callin’, askin’ me,
“Honey, where you been?”
It’s not that I haven’t wanted to play
I really do miss you, Friend

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