The Ride Home

by

Rick Bandy

Charles Mingus drowns out
the bald tire whine
Waves a pork pie hat goodbye
to my blues.
Forget for a while the frozen smiles,
the too-many-miles,
the shoulder-rounding weight
of twice-paid dues.

Another faceless, smoky,
nobody listened night
providing backdrop for a dozen
private passion plays.
Yet reveling in the secret pleasure
of sweat and creation
and the startled glance of recognition
from a few strays.

Now a long silvered ribbon ride
home to an empty house.
Wanting of warmed, sleepy sigh bed.
Or how was your night couldn’t wait up light.
Just the familiar silent messes
And wall clock soliloquy.
Well, Charlie, looks like it’s just
you and me tonight.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at My Dream
by: Jennifer Cannon
from: Butler, PA, US

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