Rolling Wheels

Riding the rhythms of rolling wheels Driving rusty rock desert miles Purring pistons pumping power To my mottled muddy jade jeep A symphony sprung in my head Dawning with dainty din of drums Paving a path for piccolos And rich rumblings of black bassoons. Strings sent soaring counterpoint smoke Playing with a glory sublime In flawless metronomic time Mozart tears of joy would have shed. Music was a top choice grand cru But when I had to stop for gas And gulp soothing bubbly soda My sweet symphony flew away. Fermented fine without any skills My heady brew I can't renew.