Twinkling Mandolin Desolation

a pavement feild that covets the beach
laden with a quilt of VW's and drugs
with meandering songs
and tail gate-chilled wine
she closes her eyes when she smiles
pitying some of the aimlessness
envying the freedom that dagels off the backs of old pick-up trucks
the trailer two men selling tacos
and the children who can't tell time
a blushing lady summond to come hither
in anticipation of a lover's kiss
she makes her way in
through steel railings and nostalgic dirt
upon with she sits
reminiscing with strangers
seeming more dear than before
minstrel's old man groans set the sun
rebbled highway glances cast a spell
while seeking out suspicious destinations