Shotgun: a poem

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Sit in my passenger seat and listen to The Doors. The moon is yellow and the air is Smokey. I got a half tank and an empty cup in my cup holder. The check engine light is yellow and the stop sign is green. The street lights are on and the homeless are out. But your phone is dead and it's getting late. Maybe another night.

Show me the way to the next whiskey bar.

Shotgun: a poem | Ecency