Summer Current
When electricity met gas, neon answered in color—beautiful to some, blinding to others—and the night was changed forever.
We met where neon burned the dusk to flame,
A spark in the air neither one could name,
Heat in a glance—no brakes to claim,
Two wild hearts rebelling against the tame.
We laughed like time had missed its cue,
Neon ran wild—purple, red, then blue,
Some loves burn fast—but they burn all through—
A flash that stays when the night is through.
American badass—no past to betray,
Galactic blue lightning—’63 Stingray.

