Illusions

slam the door
and set in gear
hit the road
and turn the music up
drive wherever
across the plains
get your hair blown
in an open car

in the morning
she put her summer dress on
combs her hair
and then
she took the keys
to the car
and left without a word

slam the door
and set in gear
hit the road
and turn the music up
drive wherever
across the plains
get your hair blown
in an open car

a shadow drifts across
the open land
a cotton strap slips down
a shoulder tanned

in the evening
she finds a cheap motel
spends the night
closes the door
for the night sky
until
the dawn breaks loose again