Chesney
flipping through
the rack
looking for
Lucille
when glimpsed
your hat
white shirt
jeans
and thought
I had ‘em all
$6.99
ripped the
plastic off
and put it in
and sat there
and I don’t know
how long I sat there
’cause track 11
That Lucky Old Sun
kept lapping back
like a wave in the ocean
laid on my back
and closed my eyes
lulled in the lyric
soothed by the sound
lost in the voice
Way Down Here
TL