34 The Ride into Work: To the Driver with the Earrings

I caught you on

seafoam and broken glass

Chicago-land memories

and Carl Sandburg

to North Carolina

She was in the car

next to me and I

looked

It was a commute ride

where are we all going

Break free my head

the cap to fly off

and we’re in Chicago or Duluth or

at the beach

in industry and gray and

seashells bright

A chance in meeting adventure

Disdain for the grind in

hair gel and red dye for

the cover-up

Seafoam earrings and so

Is the cover of my chapter.

Precision has me bound to

a useless fate

To keep your cool shining

Bright with hypocrisy

Desert clop in

sullen heels behind me, the walk to the front door.