• Poetry

    New Roads Home

    I like taking new routes home especially roads I’ve never taken before on clear nights Tonight the sky looks like Crystals Diamonds Sparkling beyond the trees And I’m driving home From Kentucky and a sign says, “Golden Bayou” Who are they kidding? it’s just a creepy swamp And I’ve never felt an affinity for creepy swamps at night. But, tonight I’m going home a different way It’s late and I’m tired My eyes refuse to stay open So, I’m listening to every song on my iPhone’s playlist Every single one! Who does that? Large amounts of caffeine, Taylor Smith, and Three Dog Night Or is it Swift? I’m too tired…