Poem At Work

“Not now, you bastard! I don’t have pen

and paper!”  And I was driving down the

freeway 100 mph with the top down…

I skidded to a halt at the side of the road

and rummaged through the glove box…

found an envelope and pencil stub…but…

it was gone….the poem was gone…

“OK, OK, you bastard…but I’ll be ready

next time!”  I placed the pencil and paper

on the seat next to me. Then I peeled out,

burning rubber in three gears.