Snowmageddon
Snowmaggedon
My son called last night
Hey pop, just checkin’ in
Have you been watching tv
Wanted to make sure you know
That it’s Snowmageddon tomorrow
Hurricane speed wind bursts
Blizzard conditions on the roads
So please tell me you’re staying home
I had the momentary flash of
Being a young dude driving
Cross country interstates alone
Or sometimes with friends
Only stopping for food
Bathroom pit stops and gas
Eyes pinned from black beauties
And a bag of joints on the seat
Bad weather was an inconvenience
One you overcame by driving through it
Music the constant companion
Can’t fall asleep if you’re singing
And make it from Fort Collins
To central Manhattan in 28 hours
Fifty short years later white knuckle
Driving is no longer a fun adventure
Just stress, which I avoid like sour milk
And I’m happy that my son looks out
For me even though I already knew about
That bad boy storm before he called
So as I dance through the last quarter
It makes me smile that I still know
What’s happening enough to be prepared
And have kids that take time to
watch my back…
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