Whatta ya reckon, Bushy?

Tizza gone 2 years...where does the fucking time go?

Whatta ya reckon, Bushy?

A visit to the coastline to commune with your spirit

Blue and sandy, rocks and salt

I reckon a margarita, Tiz.

I got some tears on my face as we chat on the sand

Damn flies

Nothing diminishes the tragedy of you being gone

Except of course the memories that bring me smiles

Full body feelings and cinematic scenes flood my senses

We are all crying for an encore

But those curtains remain closed

I reckon if there was a way back you would have figured it out by now

Just like walking backstage, like ya owned it

Natural beauty energizes me

Steadies me

This place was serious country today

I know you would have felt perfectly at home

Seabirds in flight

Not a cockatoo in view down here

Just one on my mind

You were a bird that was always in flight

Like a wave that never broke

That twinkle in your eyes, that laugh, that voice

What ya reckon, Bushy?

I miss you

That’s what I reckon