Rush Hour Drinker
Posted on February 15, 2007
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He stands out like a road plyon
With his bright orange-red shopping cart
Likely lifted from a Home Depot somewhere
(Though, god knows where. The nearest one
To travel by foot
Would be a torturous distance away
In the weather we’ve been having
And almost worse in the slushy wet warmth of today)
He’s hard not to notice
His unfortunately mobile home a foreign object
Amongst the dulled chrome chariots usually found ’round here
That, and he’s walking down the road
Heading into on coming traffic
Stopping, periodically, for long swigs from an aluminum can
Whose contents can’t be accurately identified
From inside my own, larger, tin can on wheels
It’s easy to assume
Especially with his behaviour
And easier to forgive
With the knowledge that he’s likely on his way
To the camp that’s been abandoned
(Likely by force)
For weeks now
The friends he’s looking for
Vanished, like phantoms from the cemetery across the way
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Great poem!
Thanks, Rosemary. I think it’s got definite promise. But, it’s very rough. With a bit of work, though, I think it’ll be a gooder.