a shiny Lincoln head penny

the lady with the flying hair
brushed past me on her way to the mountain top
she flew while i took a cab
it was slower for me and took many months
traffic was heavy at times
the noise of city cars and loud conversations
were easily heard and became unnerving
even from inside the cab which was painted yellow
probably long years ago
and the dark leather had faded into a wrinkled
mess much as my face soon would, so
one day the rain was soft on the windshield
and i made great progress hurrying forward
but the next day the winds blew my cab backwards
and i asked the driver to stop at a safe place
so i could get out
and begin walking
for a long time i walked on broken pavement, so
fiddling, i found a coin in a small pocket i rarely reach into
it was a shiny Lincoln head penny
i looked at him several times before i realized
he had a full head of hair
but it was not flying hair
even though he has a great reputation for fairness.
i should have flown to the mountain top
with the lady
but i'll get there
it will take me a while longer
and i still have the coin, rubbing between fingers,
and maybe if i let it grow,
my hair will fly.