hello skies
charcoal haired stewardess
i know you
the sun arrives over your shoulder
sending your hair
into maple and molasses
flames
just above ocean blue
and white tartan
this escapes you:
get out the lead, lover
but i’m occupied
like a green “IN USE”
bathroom door handle
i hear country music radio
white women singing Billy Joel
my heart turns gold
my veins, silverado
i know
there’s a highway in the air
and it’ll come alive
get out the lead, lover
get out the lead.