Baby, it’s cold outside

Project Blog-It

There is a hurricane sweeping away the sandy beach
Oil wells won’t fit in my hip pockets
The quintessential cadillac doesn’t get good gas mileage anyway
I am the Ruby in a mountain of rocks
I am the Cracker Jack stuck inside the box
Even though the hour of departure is dark
Even though it is cold outside
Even though the way is hard
There ain’t no way I’m ever going to love you
It is Time
And if tomorrow ever comes
It promises to be sunny and bright

Next week’s prompt: September