J. P.

You were my first
in more ways than one
You turned me on
and opened my eyes
led me down a road
I might never
have travelled
or at least pushed
me along it
faster or sooner
than I would have
gone before you
There are still songs
and places and
times of the year
that remind me
of you and the
short wild time
we had together

Road Ghosts

There are ghosts on the road
I see them sometimes
out of the corner of my eye.
A song, a scent, a familliar sight
and they come drifting up
from the depths of my mind.
Old friends long disappeared
places where we wasted
our money along with our time.
I see them sometimes
when I'm alone on the road
with nothing to do but drive.