Missed out on the death of easyriding Peter Fonda. Here are a few lines I wrote back in mid-August – an Easyrider song?
I got brought up on those ripped-up American dreams,
All those eay-riding movie scenes
A born to run nowhere big car road trip,
Kinda midnight cowboy highway misfit.
Breakfast in America
Where the eggs are sunny side,
And then the waitress came along for the ride.
The radio pumping out a rock and roll nation
As we cruise on in californication.