We
load
up
your
pick-up
truck
and
take
off
with
the
radio
on
singing
to
Don
McLean
with
the
windows
down
we’re
headed
out
of
town
sharing
the
same
cigarette
we
bet
on
how
long
it
will
take
while
we’re
on
the
make
to
find
a
new
town
a
dive
somewhere
a
motel
and
lounge
with
good
sound
we
find
one
it’s
good
and
grungy
been
around
since
before
grunge
was
in
it’s
full
of
sin
and
gin
and
darkness
the
kind
of
place
that
is
anonymous
we
play
the
jukebox
we
rock
and
slow
dance
so
close
I’m
wearing
your
cologne
I
kiss
your
collar
bone
and
slowly
we
sway
this
way
and
that
About the Creator
Jennifer True
Hello,
I was living in a remote cabin when covid-19 lockdown hit. I began writing a poem every day as a writing project and have continued on from there. Thank you so much for reading my work and for your feedback.
Cheers!
Jennifer
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