Sep 10, 2018
Home
Jet black paint with shiny chrome accents.
Squeaking door hinges that needed oil.
An engine under the hood that could purr.
This was home.
A trunk with a hidden compartment.
Worn leather bench seats.
Cassettes way past their prime.
This was home.
Open roads and night skies.
Fast food and small diners.
Hotels and motels in between.
This was home.
It didn’t have four walls, but 4 doors.
It didn’t have beds, but familiarity.
It didn’t have stability, but freedom.
No it wasn’t a house, but
It was home.
