Three hours we’ve been sitting in this car
Three hours of staring out the windshield watching plant life and highway slip into the heated oblivion of Indian summer. And out of those three hours, you’ve been asleep for a good one at least. Your head resting against the window, your pretty eyes shut tight against golden sunlight, which has been pervasively slipping in between the sides of my sunglasses. I have the music on classical and the air conditioner off, with the two back windows open and the sunroof cracked open like the driver’s window. Yours is up though- you said you needed a pillow. I’m tired of asking questions like “How’s school” and “Anything else that’s new?” so I guess I allowed you to fall into a dream land, leaving me in silence here on earth. Guess I couldn’t expect much more. You’re only a kid.

Bumps in the road make it difficult to be a good driver. I always liked driving across dirt roads. Nothing more powerful than watching dust blossom up around your windows – they’re all closed now with the air conditioner barely turned on. I’m not hot and neither are you. You’re not quite ready to talk but you’re getting there.
It takes about halfway down this beaten trail before you say – “You’re all I got now” And I shake my head, “Nah, You got Vegas too.”