Cruisin’A Poem seeking the right music by Alan Walsh

Cruising in the dark of night,Lost in thought under pale moonlight,Glad no one’s here.. Don’t feel alone,Need time to sort my troubled soul

You left a note.. you went away,I saw it coming.. that’s okay,But damn it baby.. it still hurts,Feel like I’ve been dragged through dirt

Got to get my head on straight,Before I face another day

Stop at dive bathed in neon lights,Stomach’s gurgling.. need a bite,Pretty young thing saunters up,Chats me up and fills my cup,We trade stories.. she’s aloneGot no one.. nowhere to go

Next thing we roll to her place,Grab a bag.. we’re on our way

Sun is rising.. brand new dayThinking that I’ll be okay