A gleaming highway and a lonely cab
foot on the accelerator but you can’t outrun
this lonely life….
A lighted cigarette and hands on the steering wheel
smoke curls upwards to join
the orgy in the back seat….
The camera zooms in and she screams with delight
all plastic faces, all plastic smiles…
Her forty minutes are now over
and I drive through the woods
to reach her house in suburbs…
She asks for a cigratte and our fingers touch
so spent like a buring candle
so cold, like the grasp of death…
A cottage looms large and a kid gushes out
arms outstretched and hugs are exchanged
“Where is my toy?” the kids screams
“Ask your dad” she says
with a finger pointing at me……..
interesting perspective, cool poem,
Nicely woven story…it’s theme reminded me of a song by Paul Thorn call ‘All About People.” Thanks for sharing it.