(Simple Rhymes-No Title)

Radio’s on, music blaring

Sunglasses on, the sun is glaring

Alone in my car

I won’t get far

Not enough gas

And not enough class

Broke as a joke

But I light another smoke

My kid’s not around

So I don’t want to be found

Driving aimlessly

Mind turning pointlessly

My life is not what

I thought it’d be, but

I’ve got 50 miles left

In the tank before I’m bereft

Next week will be

The same old story

But the days between

Are the days I need.

Note: All I can say is that I love my son.