Sketches - 31 (September 28th, 2014)

31.

Time passes, blink of eye night

to dark morning - dawn appears

scant by 6:30 AM as city

gets up in huff-puff traffic

and everyone everywhere seemingly

up and going but before this,

               before alarms chime

               out and limbs move

               from motionless sleep

               and vacuous dreams,

                 before feet hit the floor -

there is the yawn of distant interstate

motion, those souls up and

around as the whole world sleeps,

constant foot-on-gas and

wearisome turn of radio

stations, a thousand memories

of metallic fast food counters

in godforsaken nowhere

                      America.

(September 28th, 2014)

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