I'M Back

I’m Back I’m back to the hotel in Springfield, Illinois. Safe travels and great Time on the I-55 time machine. Old friends came along with me, Smells of hot Rubber, and gasoline. New sights, some in burning Memory, some Schmeered across the Windscreen of my mind. Felt my daddy’s calm Fall upon me somewhere Between the wheel and The leather. How he loves to drive Sitting within me as We dream and remember Dreaming. Somewhere on this road Is a place of peace And power - A place where skin Meets Turning tarmac. ‘Round the corner and Over the Earth’s curve Horses to hand-holds White lines to guide Us. Thrumming rhythms of Expanding gas Reverberate within our Chest… And time stands still While our spirits Fly Together Out into the cooling Flows of the rivers Of time. His calming spirit Is always smiling. His love of life Is joy within me. Only for a second, And chased after for Hours, Visions of his beaming Smile and crooked Teeth fill me with Exploding love, pushing Out the fear and pain. Only the harmonies of Throaty pipes and tires’ humming The Zen of life behind The wheel with my Dad. I know I can tell you This…. He loves my connection To the cars we have chosen. They are only machines Like me, strong and Powerful and free, But destined to Failure and sweet memory. A hemi – a chassis, A tranny quick and sure. Boom, roar! Off We go into the Slip stream of time Again.