Morning Side Lane

Riding on

the parkway

with the windows

rolled 

all the way

down.

There was no

air conditioner

on this hot 

July 

night.

There was a 

blue 

bullett.

As the clicks

of the seams

of the pavement

kept beat to 

my cassette tape

I let my dreams

float up and 

out 

of my car. 

My naive 

thoughts 

flooded 

and filled 

the Potomac 

River as it 

drove with me 

till my exit. 

I took

the exit 

with 

Pat Benatar 

as she sang 

through

my speakers. 

Then it was in

the Air 

Her words 

mixed with mine:

We're running

with the shadows 

of the night. 

I took 

my turn

as my headlights

reflected on

the green 

sign

Morningside Lane

and 

I never looked

back.