Two Shovels

[Verse]

Ninety miles of interstate rehearsing it out loud,

seventeen words I'd built and sanded down and said out to the road,

past the semis doing seventy with mud flaps and a hum,

past a billboard for a buffet I have never once been to.

Christmas I had said a thing about his money and his choices,

said it in the loud way that a grown son says a true thing wrong,

and he did not answer back, he just got quiet and went out