It was hard going – / Stagnant and smoldered … / The city moaned and smoldered / Tin cans on the banks like shackles … / To be discovered, in the open … (Johannes Bigge Trio, poem by Lawson Fusao Inada)

I’m on that open road tonight / Cera Impala songs should save my live / And just like every night I’m creeping down that line / Woman got away on an overland bus / My name is carved right into dust / And just like every night I’m creeping down that line / And here […]

Drivin‘ through the streets I once knew / Some made me wanna fly, some made me dream of you / You can tell by the way I talk where I come from / And spend a thought on me when I’m long, long gone (SongDogs)