Jack

II
You never wear your jacket
Even if you bring it.
I always foretell that you'll be cold
Because the ground pleads Spring
But the air is icy,
I always try to keep you warm.

A drive without a destination:
Our destination is not-stopping,
It's reaching across the stick shift
Palm up, inviting,
And looking out the window
To see dense green fields
Swallowing an invasion of stars.

"Railroad tracks are the perfect place to dance."
A steel tree labelled "STOP"
Marks them as our scenery.
The night is clear, and the gravel
Grinds beneath my sneakers;
Up, up, up, the expanse pulls me
Apart, while we whisper
The sweet melody,
A familiar picture.

Here I am to keep you warm,
But the air is icy.
The ground pleads Spring.
I knew you would be cold.