Walkman Mix-Tape

the street hums of busy
machinery people
street work and girls
watched with humor
as male single occupant driver of
white chrome pick-up
snap neck doing double-take
at thin waist,
round ass yoga pants
daringly obvious
aren’t they?
the Old Woman at corner store
commented on the humidity
I shrugged
when she asked about your next visit
seems small town is lonely
for her southern belle
the shade offered a nice reprieve
next to fresh clippings
drying beneath power lines
aside the ball diamonds
no mosquitoes this year
abundant butterflies

I
carried carbonated sugar water
bottled, in plastic bag
eye squint
hood up
as a rust-red
IROC gunned accelerator
reflective sunglasses
a typical rebel
without a clue
behind the wheel

metaphor complete
three blocks from home

© Emerys Watchel, 2016 All rights reserved.

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