What It Means to Me

Dedicated to: he knows who he is.

Empty bottles and cans at my feet;

We’re surrounded,

By old burger wrappers, and receipts.

Behind me,

Two plastic guitars.

In front of you,

A note written in fog.

 

The throaty roar tells me when you come and go.

Always my music in the background.

The seats have seen our fights.

The windows contain our bursts of humor.

The windshield has seen the landscapes,

We took so many photos of.

Soon we will see New York,

And what that means to me,

Is everything.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Seems the first stanza deals with the struggle of getting there and the second the turn of events of the trip and finally reaching your destination...