driving on the street
will we ever someday meet?
the windshield of my car
needs a thorough cleaning
does it signify any special meaning?
the radio static of a local channel
playing a Friday night football game
but it's always the same
droning commentator
or daytime moderator
a talking head looking to be stroked and fed
whether in bright sun or torrential rain
grabbing at every advantage for minimal gain
behind the closet doors or coming out
leaving home wandering about
down the quiet streets of a small town
a silly grin or a puzzled frown
under bright lights in center city
dull-witted or clever and witty
driving on the street
will we ever someday meet?
well, i got me a new Porsche
hot as a Mexican chili pepper
smoking wind blowdrying my hair
shifting thru the gears without a damn care
one hundred and twenty two
gaining speed but always looking out for you
at every tight corner i'm Little Jack Horner
eating my one minute oatmeal
hearing those terrible tires squeal
keeping my hands on the damn wheel
driving on the street
will we ever someday meet?
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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