Back Road

Poetry About the Days Long Gone By Chris Bunton

Down the deserted back road
Hand me another beer.
We plan to be free, you and me,
and bask in the blazing sun.

Is that a cop?
No, we can keep being free.
See, that lake is full of fish,
that’s another place to camp.

Go this way, not that way,
I know a really great place.
Hand me another beer dude,
and hold nothing back.

Crank that old music up.
I got busted over there.
Dodge those pot holes,
we fly around every curve.

We caught a lot of fish there,
and a few girls over there.
Stop! Is that a cop?
No. I just spilt my beer.

I remember this hill,
what a thrill to jump,
and that graffiti covered bridge,
we all peed off of.

Hurry, cars are comin,
get in, get in, get in.
I dropped my beer back there,
give me another one, man.