adios, out the door,

Across Montana at a high rate of speed
I-90, know where it will lead
she’s probably asleep, her Missoula bed
what visions, I wonder, dance in her head?

Cruise control set on a hundred and ten
done this before, probably do it again
shots of tequila and slices of lime
thinking we’re having a pretty good time,

Dancing and drinking and carrying on
past midnight, halfway to dawn
back to her place just outside of town
forget what we lost, see what we found,

At Billings I switch to I-94
towards North Dakota, done this before
car is fast, top is tucked down
traffic is light, no police around,

Her and my history go back a long way
like the same music, like the same play
like the same frolic, like the same fun
like to leave when finished and done,

At Fargo I finally stop for the night
across the Red River in waning daylight
Microtel with a room in the back
order pizza and a cold six-pack,

Send her a text, she replies right away
she asks if I had a pretty nice day
how was the weather, how was the drive?
having been with her did I feel more alive?

I open a beer, drink it in the shower
think about her for nearly an hour
the way she feels when we are together
our usual forecast of inclement weather,

We meet, we part, we meet again
every so often, now and then
both get what we’re looking for
then adios, out the door,