Morning Commute
drive time music
Rain on the windshield, Van
Halen on the stereo, telling me
I'm old enough
to dance the night away
while pedestrians loiter in the car
in front of me
on I-85, southbound--
Allman Brothers telling me
there's only one
way out, feeling myself tied
to the whipping post.
I serenade my own soul
with revival,
seven turns into bougainvillea
for this midnight rider
without a blue sky
all because
you don't love me.
Some dreams will never be.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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