A Short Story

From The Album
Looking At Life

Black coffee and a shot of Jack
In the cup holder
A chip the size of the moon
On his shoulder
His foot down hard
On the floor of his pickup truck
Driving through the night
To anywhere with better luck

She gave the best years
Of her life to that loser
Regretting the very moment
He would see her and choose her
She knows she waited
Too long to walk away
Now she’s driving free
Into come what may

He’s a washed-up rock ‘n’ roller
She’s a one-time beauty queen
Now their faces are the roadmaps
To the sorrows that they’ve seen
Their windshield wipers wash away
The miles beneath their wheels
If you’ve never had a dream destroyed
You can’t know how it feels

They met where the freeway
Drops down to the street
At the corner of Hope and Baltimore
Was it always written
That these two should meet
And find what they were looking for
And find what they were looking for

They saw each other
A breath too late
Didn’t see the future
Crashing head-on with fate
Thrown like rag dolls
In the gutter they lay
Like lovers entwined
At the break of day