Cruising

I can see the lights zooming past us.
Darkness surrounds us in a
safe little cocoon, and we
fear
nothing.
Keep hurtling toward nowhere,
taste the freedom that's ours alone.
Dash around,
crashing down,
nothing matters
but the riff, baby, the riff.
I can hear it,
I can taste the music
on my tongue like a
good goddamn
or a
better cup of coffee.
Sweet blonde thing is crooning to us,
and we
know
everything.
Or enough of everything
to get us what we want,
which is nothing
but what we've got.
Just the riff
and the freedom,
and a good goddamn.