Crusin the skin of this apple
Earth’s thin biosphere
Sucking up my exhaust,
On this interconnected internet superhighway
Bridges over and under
Big, rectangular signs – exit 58 – Shirley
Pull up short on 110 – gridlock in Huntington
On the LIE samo samo – imprisonment
Accident – turn off ignition
Too damn many people
But not me – the other guy
I’m looking for cruise control
Clear lane ahead of me, freedom let me go baby
Pedal to metal – I’m blasting, rocking the odo meter
Gotta get out of here
Gotta go go go
Gotta get there, get there
Dude, I’m crusin
Crusin Sunrise Highway
Free as a bird, like a plankton drifting
I’m in the drivers’ seat, got the power baby
Looking for gas
Fill er up – regular
Looking in the rear view mirror
Don’t want no accident
White dashes ticking by
Doing 70 , smooth and fast
This little Honda Civic – my therapist
Strip malls blur by
Pizza, nails, deli, bagels,
No plan – going nowhere
Crusin like my family did back in the 40’s for those Sunday drives
Drive-in banks, drive- in coffee, drive in fast, gotta be fast
Making good time, going down the highway
Playing the radio, rolling down the windows
Checking the dashboard
Seeing the scenery
Checking out the towns
Flip on the lights, wipers, high beams
Rollin, always rollin
Stop, get out, need a stretch
Back in the car
Slam the door
Turn on the ignition – that satisfying roar
I’m crusin baby