Page 11 of Not the Punk

center lines flashing by

your song echoes within

my car, my heart, and my mind

Silent road is all I see

And your salient face

suspended within my memory

I am blind to all that I pass

just the blur of the highway

Lights

Coming on fast

Coming as the sun goes down

Behind me

concrete rolling out as I

travel further into deep

thoughts of what binds us

and where are you now

Left behind me

Miles of road I have driven

resting—waiting on my

worst decisions

Steering through the curve

center lines flashing by

your song echoes within

my car, my heart, and my mind

His words trailed off, but he kept playing an intricate riff. Finally, he stopped and laid the flat of his hand against the wood. “That was incredible. Is that on your new album?”

“Uh, no…”

“Why not?”

“That’s not a Bramble Punk song. Not our style. At all. But…I like to write all kinds of things.” He tilted his head back and forth. “I don’t know why this one came to mind but guess I just like it.”

“I like it too. I’m blown away, honestly.”

“I sang this when I was on that singing contest show.”