walking the hallway
of highways
my sign was ignored
but for embarrassments of drivers
children in back seats
slobbering tongues on windows
snooty dogs and women
with high-high hair and low-low pity
windows black as souls within
until someone yelled something
in roadway staccato
and the drenching
of a cold cup of coffee that followed
and tasted like the acid
ball in my throat
that came up like
a clam with razors
I am so thankful now
the hope has moved
from that cranial cave
to the base of my chest
where all the broken
dreams sit and the heart thumps
into a rubber-tired crescendo
and thanks for the plastic
Starbucks cup
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[Editor’s Note: Both Poetry and Artwork by the author/artist, who says the poem was inspired by his artwork. Media: ink and watercolor on grocery bag paper. 5.5″ X 8.25″]
