Road Home

290 West

So I'm driving down 290
west thinking what a day hot bright
dazzling I'm lucky s o b
saying to myself you ought to be
sitting beside me windows down
to hell with the a c today
imagining your beautiful
eyes looking at me little beads
of sweat along the curving line
of your gorgeous lips geez you're hot
I'm hot and I'm saying to myself
everybody's driving around
probably heading off to the pool
or the movies, maybe the mall,
just so it's cool and it's proper
and all I want to do is step
on it ease it into high take
you with me down 290 west

doesn't even occur to me
it's Thursday you dope these people
are working making cold calls or
picking kids up from mom's day out
doing chores getting stuff for home
this. . . even though I'm working too
just stepping out of the office
to buy you a little something
like a card with a poem on it
by someone who knows how to say
the things I'm feeling. . . finally
I realize they don't make cards
saying what I'm feeling at least
not at the Hallmark down the street
which is where I was aiming when
I stop in the heat remember
I'm you're married and no one's
cutting out on 290 west.
today