NFL AFL and the SNB’s

Driving through the thick

San Fernando dusk

street lights poking holes

in the periwinkle din

I am reveling in freedom

grateful for my own company

the anger of abandon - subsiding

Waiting for the drive-in-movie to begin

I stop at Carl’s Jr. for a cheese drenched

baked potato and feel

this poem click and flow under

the speed of my Bic-Brio

in the next booth a lone man

looks up as a woman sits down

she lights a cigarette and blows

smoke through her words

” I hate to pack again so soon”

his stare blank and unconcerned

flickers to the beat of a

soul searching rock song

Waiting for the drive-in-movie to begin

My napkin filled with words my thoughts

still clicking I cross the parking lot

to Vons for a notebook to end this poem

standing in the express line with

two other fat ladies buying beer and

brownies. I wonder if they too are on

a lonely flight to obscurity

Waiting for the drive-in-movie to begin

The car radio blares - a talk show host

and a male caller mock about

the old ball and chain drain

you know how when you‘re married

you always have to do

what your spouse wants you to

as if football and hardware were

the end all to entertainment

I tune it out

open a beer

and turn on

the drive-in-movie