Rainy Day Trip
I’m on a journey in the rain
where destinations are
scarce as kind words in hell, with
too many out of state dreams.
Lovers and others get lost in the dark,
tarry and black as truckstop coffee.
Not far enough
behind me comes a dog,
a hound of the basketcases,
so I don’t travel at night
In the day my car is the knife
I take to the buttery sunlight
But it softens and runs
streaky yellow and then liquid away
down the ditch at the side of the road
buttercup yellow with new flowers.
Jewel spots dancing
like glare become
blindspots of grease in the rain
on my windshield.
While I drive I wonder
“would coffee taste as good without a smell?”
“is this hard wind a politician,
pushing air for a job?”
“does time fly because it's a lost balloon,
or a deer before the wolfpack?”
The answers are
scarce as jokes from an undertaker,
on a machine gun.
Posted for Magpie Tales # 60
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