The Destination

My eyes open to the feeling of the warm sunshine glow The bed feels so good that getting up will be slow Peering through my bedroom window and seeing there isn’t any snow The news report was again a no show I go into the shower, watching the drain take away the soapy water flow Dry myself off with a rag towel combo Get dressed and put on my hand made boots from the people of Navajo I hop into my car, turn on the audio and begin to drive with gusto To where, I don’t know Zipping, passing a few vehicles in a row Telling myself, hope none of my tires blow I see up ahead a stop n go Thinking of a hot cup of coffee or espresso Definitely feeling hungry for a gyro A pick up truck passes me by with loud music playing the classic Lionel Richie song, “Hello” Triggering a memory from a long time ago Snapping back into reality, looking at my rear view mirror, it is too late, I’ve passed it like a tornado I quickly feel for my wallet, I forgot it! at home is my dough Get back home soon without getting pulled over for no driver’s license to operate my pinto Home is destination incognito