Driving along long lines of pavement,

Jimi comforts me as my children and wife,

sleep in the back, trusting me,

to get them to their dreams

of sun, sand, seagulls, and ocean breezes

caressing each one of us, as we lounge,

feet aimed ocean-side, head towards home,

troubles washing away with the crash of tides.

As I check the mirror, reassured my

hurried pace doesn’t interrupt the slumber

of my angels, I swap CD’s, now Alison Krauss

whispers to me as I carry my family to heaven.