Sometimes I dream about having a VW bus.
My dad had a VW bug.
It was blue.
It was my grandpa's.
And I've always loved them.
The noise of the engine & the smell of the interior.
Like gas, dust and pleather.
When I lived in Joshua Tree as a lil' girl,
my dad would drive from Joshua Tree to Norwalk everyday for work... in his trusty. blue. VW bug.
I imagine myself in my VM bus,
loaded with my rowdy boys,
who smell like puppy dogs,
driving with the windows down,
with the warm sunshine on my skin,
in a long dress with dirt under my nails,
after a serious afternoon of digging in my vegetable garden.
A girl can dream can't she?