Road Trip :: Singing in my car
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“Harmony” by Stuart Kestenbaum You know the Beatles could have afforded another microphone, but George would always stand in the middle and step up to Paul’s when it was time to join in. Because that’s the way harmony is, you need to share the electricity, the voice, the words. Just the way we do when we drive in our cars with the radio on, the windows rolled down with fall in the air, dead leaves swirling in the wake, or in the spring, the earth damp and soft, the air hazy with pollen. We hear the song that moves us, crank the radio and sing along, at the top of our lungs, as if we just joined the group. In tune out of tune, country western, rock and roll, we want to harmonize. A whole country of would-be stars losing love, finding love with the radio in different cars, on different paths, the dark road rumbling beneath. “Harmony” by Stuart Kestenbaum, from Pilgrimage. © Coyote Love Press, 1990. [BY CHRISTINA'S WORDS IN POETRY]
