lingering cold mist over the fields
a young buck bounds out of the dark
clears the deep ditch...gone
radio is laden with early Christmas songs
and talk radio spin
I reach down
fumbling through an old tape box
Van Halen, Trinity Sessions, Nazareth...
there it is
Bruce Springsteen: Nebraska
SIDE A is almost worn clear off
starts midway through State Trooper
flip it and listen to SIDE B
flip it back over
sing every word of Atlantic City
as I coast back into town.