Time seems to move in slow motion in this town

On sunshine days the urge to find something different

Something worth smiling for is difficult to shake

And yet the oranges on the license plates

All look luscious and ripe for the picking

Nothing quite captures the feeling in my chest

When my thighs start sticking

I remember the last time I went to the beach

The sea touched the sky like my tires touch the road on I-95

Full of wide shoulders and lane closures

I’m starting to come to terms with the fact that

This is my hometown and it will always stay the same

But sometimes when the sunset is like liquid gold

And the music is just right on the drive home

This idle town inspires poetry within me