Eyes open, light all around me
nose full, of old leather
hand out, fighting the wind to stay up
mind gone, thoughts running away
ears happy, with the sounds of music

The Florida sunshine pushes in,
it lights up the car.
It makes the seats hot but comfortable
and they give off the strong smell of leather.
We crack the windows and let the world in
but just enough so we can hear each other.
His big tan arm dances with the wind
as my pale tiny hand tries to keep up.
The CD plays and skips a little
on these long drives with my dad.
Chicago or Sinatra play
the background melody of our afternoons.
He wears his broken Ray-bans
the ones he keeps trying to mend. I love
the bits of glue around the corners.
People glance over, they try and look in.
I bet they think we are celebrities, we are
so cool in the ’88 benz convertible.
He’s cool, so I must be too. I am a celebrity
on these car rides with my dad.
Little me, front seat, just us and
the music, the light, the wind, the love.

Eyes open, light all around me
nose full, of old leather
hand out, fighting the wind to stay up
mind gone, thoughts running away
ears happy, with the sounds of music
me complete, on a ride with my dad.