we drive let the radio play (something AM and from Central Texas circa 1940s, a hard and dirty type acoustic guitar sounding more like its being beaten than strummed).
the singer on the radio wails out the lyrics. one can imagine that after he sang his song he had another drink and headed to bed
up early for work the next day
(the mines wait, the mines always wait).
we continue to drive
we will need to sleep and eventually: pay bills, see the dentist, upload the iPod, wait for the cable man, buy a new cell phone battery.
for now we listen to this random wailing old song on this old car radio.
it sounds like bones and dust.
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