So Many Times

So many songs

on the highway

in my old Impala,

radio cranked and

thinking only about her.

I guess that’s what music did.

Back in the day

just a punk with wheels

wishing she might ride with me.

Who knew where time would go,

that journey around the Sun

became decades

rather then weeks

and months and years.

Funny how she stuck around.

Same songs

same smiles,

life can travel forever

if you let it go

once in awhile.

Life in my old Impala,

her sitting nearby.

Smiles and time.