Poetry For Everyday People
Stuck In Traffic
Melted memories surviving
that's what memories do,
the ol' mind bank, only takes memory
deposits, hard to ever withdraw,
seems what goes in stays in and
collects psychological interest,
you wonder where quilts
and poems come from,
you wonder where blues
and art come from,
you wonder what jazz
is after,
as the loose tie long day
drinking a beer giving you
the finger poor idiot in his
big ass Chevy Suburban
honking his horn behind you
for failing to move three
more feet forward
interrupts your thoughts,
and you pull up
three feet, stop,
look in your
rear view mirror
tempted
but
you know
a cold beer
will feel
much better
around your fist,
plus even though
he'll never know it
you know
he's a very
lucky man
there's a cold
beer waiting
for you.
that's what memories do,
the ol' mind bank, only takes memory
deposits, hard to ever withdraw,
seems what goes in stays in and
collects psychological interest,
you wonder where quilts
and poems come from,
you wonder where blues
and art come from,
you wonder what jazz
is after,
as the loose tie long day
drinking a beer giving you
the finger poor idiot in his
big ass Chevy Suburban
honking his horn behind you
for failing to move three
more feet forward
interrupts your thoughts,
and you pull up
three feet, stop,
look in your
rear view mirror
tempted
but
you know
a cold beer
will feel
much better
around your fist,
plus even though
he'll never know it
you know
he's a very
lucky man
there's a cold
beer waiting
for you.
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Stuck In Traffic
Stuck In Traffic
