even the nights are better wavered landed at the bottom country hits recurrent lyrics
timeless maintain a positive attitude without major flaws solid straight line involvement
my transition from Big Sky to Desert Sunrise
means moving the dial from
Anne Murry to Lady Antebellum.
Even the nights are better
smooth jazz playing on my radio,
KYOT, the Coyote
while another chorus of coyotes
sing their own lyrics from the wild side of my block wall fence.
Thinking of leaving wilderness country hits hard
Storm Lake, trout fishing, the perfect cast,
again my worm lands on the bottom,
whoa! the familiar strike...
As I try to maintain a positive attitude
I follow the solid straight line of highway
through the velvety soft hills of Montana...southward.
Like a moving postcard, Utah is breathtaking; an invitation
to stay aboard a houseboat on Lake Powell.
A recurrent dream plays in my mind like a string of country hits.
I am driving backwards; trying to navigate winding roads
at white-knuckle speeds,
and no brakes.
The Book of Dreams says I am afraid
of losing control; refusing to move forward with my life
But I hear the cactus wren calling...
as well as arizona sunsets, bocci ball on the lawn,
warm nights under desert moon,
friends at the door...
and I can't wait to get home to my own bed!