Long Painted Seas

Longing for long seas Dying to meet Miss Bittersweet On roads between tent poles In oil holes and tall trees Take cover Spin rubber Tumble and bleed Along pot holed streams Let home become a highway Rolling asphalt day to day Nowhere to be and everywhere to go Roam and stay home And never feel sick again In the places you've never been So when long seas wind Below gears you grind Everything left behind Past guard rails and double lines Find a town within a friend And close your eyes in Miss Bittersweet's den