Misty in the evening

art by jen

Cloudy rainy morning

pretty young thing

leaves turning colors wet the road

baby dolls and carrige wheels

I can’t remember a thing

the song begins to beat

rest in this our asylum of an old barn

listening to rhythm of the rain

trying to dry the souls of my feet

she drifted off on Boones farm wine

I scribbled nonsence on a sheet

years have gone

just chicken scratch

the stuff I know today

Evening gowns ,parking lots

and all the money that got away

funny kindly hybrid evenings

art by jen

I am back to walking in the rain

it was just our way back then

Symbolic of the times that past

simple americana and my forgotten past

art by jen

that left me here , not unlike that of today.

love you much

Jen