They don’t know
I’m composing
poetry here
with my notebook
on the steering wheel.
Just sport stats
and pop song lyrics
and which shoes
with what bag.
A maniac pontiac moves around me.
The pontiac might know.
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| Beltway, Mid-day They don’t know I’m composing poetry here with my notebook on the steering wheel. Just sport stats and pop song lyrics and which shoes with what bag. A maniac pontiac moves around me. The pontiac might know. |
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