diamonds on my windshield
Diamonds on my windshield, tears from heaven. Tom Waits on the car radio. That's what we always say - car radio, but listen to sparkly, mirroring CD music. Satellite radio. Sirius. Those all planetary names again, all big and pretentious.
I love the radio, and the rain. Fall down on me like forgiveness. The dusk is falling. It's good to be in the beginning of a new road. Bye suburbia. No more standing at eternal street lights, never really "walk" and never really "don't walk".
It has been ages.
Hello good old me, where have you been?
Is this the beginning of the rest of my life, like Baudrillard wrote about the beauty of the deserts of California? No matter.
For so long I have been the last human being on the Earth that it's good to think the outcome does not matter. I will just drive, diamonds on my windshield, in the night lights and the falling rain. Drive far and away.
Hello good old me, say heIlo to good old car and to good old road. It's good to see you, I am here again.
It was Ann Marie striking back again
Posted by Ann Marie Simard