long drives..

I love,
Going on a long lone drive,
Pulling up the windows,
Searching for a lost brain.

Then at times,
I pull them down,
Let the wind,
Play with my hair
(though not much is there, left).

I turn on the radio,
Listening what my radio farts,
Or put on that CD,
That has been scratched out of words.

I love,
Going on a long lone drive,
Chasing cars,
And the girls who drive them.

Long long drives,
Oh, I love them.

They never last long,
When it all just ends,
With an unsolicited lift,
That a cop grants me!