Like diamonds on the windshield, like Tom, an evening,

Like diamonds on the windshield,
Driving long,
Glass catching drops of drizzle sparkling
And a song enveloping me,
This evening comes,
like a tune by herself,
O such a luxurious Home bound trail,
And me chugging like a country boat,
With a small motor
Fitted at the rear
Moves on this evening,
So beautiful a blessing,
Like Tom singing clear,
Diamonds on the windshield...
So moist, so sparkling...

(Note : on a song by Tom Waits, 'Diamonds on my windshield', and a drizzling evening Home bound)


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