Hitching a ride on my cigar smoke,
curling slowly into the air,
floating on my beers bubbles,
I simply am free from care.

Bass line bumps,
from the rap station,
heads all bobbing
a music vacation.

Watch the girls,
drop it low,
take it in,
that weekend flow.

Lawn chairs sagging,
the coolers cold,
hand me another,
if I could be so bold.