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.