Poetry

Everyday Traffic

Driving in traffic
The express I attack it
My head is a basket
And it’s like Noah’s Arc
I got one of each fruit
I think I’m in a coupe
I’m thinking I should get a soup
Traffic so slow I can write 10 poems
My poems, do you know em
My poems, I throw em at my blog
Right now Chicago is grey like fog
Driving in traffic
The express I attack it

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