Riding with my father
In his pickup truck
Drinking a beer
And listening to Tulsa Time
He describes James Dean
Philosophically
I listen while tapping my foot to Werewolves of London
We rent a boat at Gig Harbor
Ride a wake as far as we can
I take a picture underneath
The Tacoma Narrows bridge
Driving back we put on Jelly Roll Morton
And I feel warm
Give me my father and the country
And I feel just right.
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Author:
Stray Bray Jaramillo (Pseudonym) (
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