yeah, that's right.... Iceland

From somewhere
 on the morning of that day
that's what i heard
in my head,
  " Iceland "
Gather them all.
All 4 of them.
And like loyal sibling Musketeers led
by a 62yr old Don Quixote-like father
they would travel to that place
together.
They would come from Montana and Arizona
and
Plainfield, ILL.
to share... Reykjavik.
huh ?
They would see that place.
They would breath that air.
He would rent an apartment in the city fpr a few days
and a cottage in the country
 for couple more.
He could do this.
They could do this
They would drink Black Death beer
and eat reindeer burgers
maybe spot a whale
or play foosball in oh-bla-di  oh-bla-da bar 'til 1am
while it's still goddamn light outside
or get a hotdog at a stand 
on a worn-down streetcorner on Trygvagat St. amongst cigarette-smoking
skateboarding Icelandic teenagers
and a family from Boston.
A photograph of ex-prez Bill Clinton is taped to the fence.
He once got one there.

Noah would return home w/Icelandic ink on his arm.
Adam with world seasoning.
Rachael with a sweet appetite
for more adventure
in her young life.
Sommer built this ship to sail
a long time ago.
Made it sea-worthy and trustful.
and Don Quixote...well,  his eyes would fill
with tears of pride
 and joy
when no one was looking
 at the mess he made
of his life.
Today they were Iceland.
Today it was perfect.

" like a band of gypsies we go down the highway "

Because from somewhere
on the morning of that day
that's what i heard
in my head,
  " Iceland "
for 1,000 good reasons
and for no good reason at all.

yeah, that's right... Iceland.