To the liquor store we went.
The lightest of blues and yellows mingled.
in the sky casting its purple hue.
The atmosphere mingling all fall colors.
With that purple ethereal nostalgia, a road traveled often.
I lost my purpose for the trip.
Like a soldier forgetting the mission.
Dad listened to music about pimps.
I did to, it hung in my brain.
Next to the image of the purple wood.