A Ringo Ate the Baby

I'm driving my car to Nowhere, man. 

Sunsets sit parked at some roadside diner,

And the light in the window hits the table just right.

A lone jukebox plays the static tune of Doctor Robert

While this Midwest distress reaches for its heater.

A Poloroid filters a sigh,

Trapping time in a doorframe.

Kodachrome colors bleed into the city.

If Forgiveness is a six gun, then I'll be your Huckleberry.