Driving down a busy road
Waiting to get home
Turning up the radio
Wheeling by in chrome
Willow trees out the window
Backstreets don't pan out
Now we're speeding down the hil
My lip in a pout
I've heard this music before
And I'm feeling beat
Looking at the crunched up cars
Salad in the street
Parking just by the garage
Taking the food in
Finally, laid on the couch
Playing with a pin
Author notes
I wrote this all on my way home from the grocery store with my mom. This is the entire trip after we got on the road. All of this stuff happened. The "salad in the street" was a salad bowl that had broken and was strewn about in the middle of the street, lettuce and all. It was pretty random (and slightly dangerous to moving vehicles). Some parts of this poem aren't supposed to feel exact. The whole point was to mix scenery passing by really quickly with coherent thoughts I was having as we drove. I rather like this poem, and it felt nice to write about the journey as everything passed me.
Comments
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Great imagery. Very relateable. I felt I was really there in the car with you. Good job of capturing the quiet, random, fleeting moment and movement of a day. So many of these instances in daily life that so few pick up on, absorb, are aware of in the present. You are young, eh? Well, I think you are already a keen observer of life, and on your way to becoming a truly gifted poet. :-)
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Wow, you wrote it with your mom at the gorcery store.
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