DASHBOARD
almost fourteen hours now–
must be around three a.m.–
clock doesn’t work anymore,
so I can’t be sure
but I must get there,
I will get there–
my life has been on this road,
piling on the mileage,
to reach this point
still have some gas,
according to the dial–
might just be enough
to get me there,
this old car has been
a friend, more reliable
than lovers,
quiet as a church mouse
she cradles me in leather
I like her best at night–
like this–
her lights illuminating what lies ahead,
the dash, full of bright dials with red needles
I always know how she is feeling
and she knows me–she knows
I must get there–
other cars on the road,
I don’t know–I suppose
they, too, are on a journey,
with a destination they
must reach, but
not like me
I will not be detoured,
I will not slow down,
I will not release my grip
on this sweaty steering wheel
My journey will end soon,
I will shut off my car,
the dashboard turning,
suddenly,
dark and silent, and
I will exit–
stretch my legs–
pull out the ticket
given me, and stand–
in the line I will create–later,
I will enter–
the stage will light up,
the music will start–
the universe will shift–
and
I will be
in the same room
as
Taylor
Swift!!!!
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This poem took me to an unexpected place, loved it!
Thank you, Bill!