You curl tight on speaker metal cold
Night rain taps the steel and stories old
Morning fare will find you three-coat bold
Dawn wipes windshield clears the patchwork gold
Projector beam cuts thick through pine
Moths beat wings on glass that used to shine
You blink slow at dust in frozen time
Tail wraps close a comma on the line
Drive-in calico you own the screen
No ticket stub for where you've never been
The feature's gone but you remain the queen
Of cracked asphalt and pollen green
Concession stand sells popcorn dust to crows
You hunt the mice where soda syrup flows
Marquee letters spell what no one knows
Your whiskers trace the wind that hardly blows
Projection room holds reels of faded war
You nap on seats where lovers sat before
The ticket booth don't take your kind of fare
Just purrs for entry to the open air
Drive-in calico you own the screen
No ticket stub for where you've never been
The feature's gone but you remain the queen
Of cracked asphalt and pollen green
Weeds push up through cracks in parking rows
You leap the lines where station wagons rose
A calico map on fur the weather shows
No GPS for where the stray cat goes
Drive-in calico you own the screen
No ticket stub for where you've never been
The feature's gone but you remain the queen
Of cracked asphalt and pollen green
Kid on bike throws gravel at your flank
You hiss a proverb make the tires sink
Old drivers know the road don't owe you thanks
Just miles that fade beneath the horizon banks
Drive-in calico you own the screen
No ticket stub for where you've never been
The feature's gone but you remain the queen
Of cracked asphalt and pollen green
Snow will bury speaker posts next week
You'll hunt the barn where hay mice softly speak
But tonight the screen reflects your mystique
Drive-in calico unique oblique
Drive-in calico you own the screen
No ticket stub for where you've never been
The feature's gone but you remain the queen
Of cracked asphalt and pollen green
Tail flick says farewell to silver light
Next fare waits where the highway meets the night