Casey Kasem
Late empty night--I drift across the vast Texas landscape.
Straight the road leads toward twilight town--distant, calling.
Starry ceiling, black horizon--car pulls forward.
FM station harkens my past--teleports me.
Mind roams finding history not lost but
alive within. Memories close as
I hum then sing as I connect
childhood. Not just in song but
rhythm, feel--showing I am,
indeed, still back there.
Hopes, perspective
all the small
things that
were . . .
so big in my naive world.
To go back there, to be there . . .
still hoping the road extends.
Wishing the top 40 could just
last for longer, forever.Discussion about this post
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