On the Road

We took the one oh one
and drove North, winding up the coast,
leaving dull LA to bake in the sun,
stopped to pump gas and bought Blood on the Tracks
for a buck fifty on compact cassette
and three Pepsis so we could make a toast
to adventure, saying we’d get
a nice bottle of Johnnie Black
to toast it properly later.
Adam looked tense and ignored the rear view
as you called me into the back
and kissed me sweetly. Instantly I knew,
as Dylan got Tangled Up in Blue,
I’d be spending my whole life with you.