Open palms in passenger seats
Waiting for warmth,
the familiarity of the cracks--
calluses--that map routes
In your palms.
We go for Sunday drives,
Get lost in Daisyville.
It's romantic to say,
so you and I never could do.
Open palms in passenger seats
Waiting for relief.
Open palms in passenger seats:
close to fists
When Neon Signs are Lit,
(When my mind goes to ****).
Open palms on steering wheels,
Open eyes to Open Skies:
Still hopelessly lost in the dark.