Before the World Even Knows We'Re Gone

She tore me apart under a rockabilly sunset; Set me free from the sway of pop culture jive with her bass-line booty. She smelled like gasoline, tasted like cherries, and made my heart rumble like a .454 And she knew she had me, when she dropped her hair outta that black bandanna, wrapped it it round my neck, and lit me up with …Pontiac red lips. Yeah, she tore me down like a fixer-upper, built me back up, and revved me high. Reeedd liinedd by those spider web leggins’. I know she’s mine, thank God in Heaven. Cuz when she whispers in my ear “Baby, lets go for a ride” I can’t find a way to make this monster glide. We’re stuck in high gear, bound to make it outta town for’ daddy knows I got her sittin’ in the middle of my bench seat ‘stead of that church pew. I know he’ll come a lookin’ but as long as we keep bookin’ we’ll make it to horizon ‘for the world even knows we’re gone. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved