Back Roads I - Dustin Vado
When I drive these back roads
I feel like I own this fucking town
All the beauty
All the ugliness
I am the cop
Keeping order in words
Writing tickets in verse
Arresting breath at stops
The big lady outside riding daisy dukes
Is my subject and I am her servant
Saving the world from my air when I forgot to breathe
Surprised at the sight of a camel in San Jose
This is my pot-holed pavement
To have and to hold
In bronze and in gold
To drive and survive
I feel like I own this fucking town
All the beauty
All the ugliness
I am the cop
Keeping order in words
Writing tickets in verse
Arresting breath at stops
The big lady outside riding daisy dukes
Is my subject and I am her servant
Saving the world from my air when I forgot to breathe
Surprised at the sight of a camel in San Jose
This is my pot-holed pavement
To have and to hold
In bronze and in gold
To drive and survive