Sitting in the library
The world has gone to sleep
The Avett Brothers play enthusiastically in my ears
I can recall the gentle hum of the wheels
The passing of street lights
And the endless stars above my head
The hours in the car on road trips
My brother by my side
In the backseat of a blue Chrysler
My mother pinching our knees when we fought
Our laughs blending together
Mumford & Sons accompany our symphony
These are the trips of our lives
The ones we make when young
With our family
Songs bring me back to those times
In the backseat of a blue Chrysler
Driving down i-80 to western USA
The Lumineers were my lullaby
Now they’re my own Prozac
Calming my fluttering belly
I miss those moments
On the road
With you
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have a playlist that reminds me of these roadtrips my family took every summer. My mother really loves The Lumineers, Mumford & Sons, The Avett Brothers, etc. I grew up listening to these bands and now they're a focal part of my music taste. I just started college this past week and was doing homework while I listened to this playlist. It made me long for another time when I didn't have to worry about my essay due tomorrow.
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