Monday, October 26, 2009

drive around

driving around late in the night
with nothing inside me
alone on the highway
headlights blind me

planning all the things i can do
with no one beside me
alone on the highway
the radio finds me

late at night i'm looking into space
with nothing inside
i still see your face
i cannot hide

as i ride around
in my worn out
beaten down
late model van

it was green and tan
i painted it blue
to match the sky
i don't know why
it reminds me of you
at Monday, October 26, 2009

4 comments:

Annie said...

When I read one of your poems like this one, I wonder who it is that you miss. I like the sense of rhythm in the first two stanzas, like a drive on the highway.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009 4:43:00 PM
Julie said...

Beautiful. I also love the rhythm and how you maintain it throughout the piece. Stanza four is so wonderfully tight but musical. I can picture the narrator in that stanza. I love it.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009 10:00:00 PM
jack sender said...

annie, you are being literal again. it was just a song made into poetry. (no one was hurt in the making of this poem.)

julie, the last two stanzas run together. the previous three weave around like a waving wand. but i hear the music, and it ends on a final minor chord that hangs there.

Thursday, October 29, 2009 12:41:00 PM
jack sender said...

oh, annie, i never had a van
but it rhymed with tan.

Friday, October 30, 2009 9:57:00 AM

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