"We're not going far,"
Daddy promised
As he backed out from under the truck
Brushed off his jeans but not his shirt and
"Just seeing how the new brake pads work"
Well, I reckon we'll go far
If it turns out we can't stop
I plop down, don't buckle up
Just tuck my knees to my chest and
"I don't hear anything squeaking"
Forget the road and relish in the
"That's a good sign"
Scent of pine needles in his dark hair
And breeze in mine
And bugs in my eyes
"Are you cold?"
But let's keep the windows low
And my face to the sky
Because the moon looks lovely
On this midnight ride