"My heart is an open wound
For home sweet home
Incense and day old cigarettes still burning,
The hum of a Harley singing
Rolled down foggy windows
Empty Corona bottles, the caps still on my dresser
Next to the Fender Squire Daddy bought
Before we laid him in the ground
Marked like a family legacy on the
Wind in Henrietta.
I know you're always with me.'"
Note: Written at the Tulsa Annual Toy Run this year, right after the four year anniversary of my father's death...I guess I was just longing for the life I never got...thanks for reading!