I’m heading to
Florida
to soak up some sun,
play by the pool
in the backyard
with my garden hose,
and to take care
of some family b’ness.
Years ago
my head was about to explode,
so I decided to
head to Florida
for a week
to decompress.
I got to Columbus
and turned around;
the time,
and space,
and even the IDEA
of a road trip
melted any stress
that I thought
I needed a week
in Florida
to handle.
I was back within
a few hours,
the least expensive
therapy,
I mean,
vacation,
I ever took.
There is no turning back
this trip.
Mama needs me.
You never know
what you find
on a Road Trip.
Myrtle,
my ’67
Clearwater Aqua,
Ford Fairlane,
came to me
on a Road Trip
to Florida.
The Blue Angel,
my old ’72 Baby Blue F-100
appeared from the heavens
on a Road Trip
through Tennessee.
That ugly-ass brown
80’s VW Camper
made me buy IT
while on a Road Trip
to North Carolina.
You know,
the one that I parked
in front of the coffee shop,
brought lawn chairs
and a boom box for,
and we drank our coffee
on the astro turf lawn
right on Highland Avenue.
Road Trips,
and Ugly Cars
are my substitutes
for drugs.
I’m a pussy that way.
Take my camera: check!
Take my check book: check!
Take my AAA card: check!
THIS,
my friends
in Christ,
is how I keep life
interesting.
I’m gonna
PUT OUT THERE
that I’m going to find
my WHITE CHURCH BUS
somewhere
on the dirt roads
of Alabama.
Anybody free
for a phone call
to come drive
the church bus
back to Atlanta?
It’s Time
to take control
of all the shaking up
going on around here.
Change;
don’t fucking fear it,
Celebrate it,
or you are going to die
holding on
to what you had.
Meet MYRTLE, my girl. 1967 Ford Fairlane. Love HER.