"The Commute"

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About a guy that doesn't really want to go to work, sometimes you only feel OK when your asleep...

Submitted: July 30, 2017

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“The Commute”

 

He got up late for work

again

he got into his car

started it

and as his engine and radio

both came to life

he sat there,

left arm stretched out

hand on the steering wheel

right hand on the

automatic shift selector,

he presses in the

little button with his thumb

releasing the locked knob

and drops it in to reverse

the car gives a little bit

of a jerk

trying to fight the brakes

for control

wanting to back out

and join the other cars

doing the things that cars do

but that was as far as he got

he wasn’t sure how long

he had sat their

his mind being bombarded

by unusually deep thoughts

for someone like him

this early in the morning

he kept his right foot

on the brake

as he started to play with

the tuning knob on the radio

running it up and down the dial

looking for a station

that actually played music

not some tag team of DJ’s

that everything they spewed out

was neither funny, important or

relevant to anything people

really cared about

he finally came across

some small market radio station

that was playing a lot of

forgotten songs

or at least that he had forgotten

or maybe just never heard

he listened for over an hour

before releasing the pressure

off the brake

carefully looking over his shoulder

as he backs out of his driveway

on to his quite suburban lane

he navigates the little lanes

as they start branching into roads

then finally connecting to the expressways,

he was coming up

on his freeway on ramp

when this song which

seemed like it was played

just for him

filled the car’s interior

he turned his head

and blankly looked at his on ramp

as he drove by it

totally engrossed in his song

going over the freeways

and towards the smaller roads

on the other side

his thoughts temporally shielded

by the lost music at hand

for the first time in months

his head is clear

his problems and burdens

that are usually stacked up

like planes at a busy airport

are quite.

For some reason

right now

everything makes sense,

his job doesn’t really suck,

he’s just not looking at it

in the right perspective

his girl that has been gone

for over two months now,

visions through the music show how

this will turn out to be a good thing

each song bringing him more answers

he just keeps driving up and down

the slow moving surface streets

taking in all this new information,

for once in his life

so many of his questions

are being answered

all the things he needs to do

are so simple

right there in front of him

he can firmly get a handle

on the troubles in his life

“A road map” he says out loud

as he turns on to a deserted lane

his confidence and pride

running at 110 percent,

he comes up to a stoplight

amused at first

at it being in the middle of

this street with no name

he notices none of the streets

have names

he grabs a piece of paper

and a pen

as he sits at the red light

wanting to write down

all these answers to questions

that have been haunting him,

he looks up

the light is still red

the vividness of its color

captives him

he has never seen

such an intense red color

in a stop light before

he goes back to the paper

writes down a question

“Why my job doesn’t suck”

Then tries to write down the answer

That minutes ago

was right before him

he grasped for that thought

but to no avail

he looks up

the light is still red

but the color is not as sharp

the music has gone from enchanting

to an over played pop song,

he skips down and

writes his second question

“How his girl leaving him”

“Will be a blessing in disguise”

he starts to write down his answer

but can’t seem to concentrate

that pop song is reverberating

back and forth through his mind

and that light is still red

“Screw this” he says

as he slams down hard

on the accelerator pedal

running the red light

and just as he enters

the intersection

his eyes catch the front grill

of a garbage truck

right before impact.

He opens his eyes

his clock radio blaring out

some over played

Taylor Swift song

the bright red LED

projecting 5:15am

through the lens of his eyes

and straight in to his head

he sits up on his bed

he can feel life’s worries

start to fill up

his empty thoughts

he has to push himself

to stand up and get ready

for another day

at a job that really sucks

he finds himself

getting into his car

zero drive and care

emanating from his body

no desire at all

to go out and face the day

he turns the engine over

and just sits their

counting in his head

how many sick days

he has used so far

he double checks his numbers

unhappy with the outcome

of his first calculations

but the figures don’t lie

he is going to have to go

to work today

needing some sort of inspiration

he clicks on the radio

and hits the station search button

and as the tuner picks up

some random unknown station

with the first song

slowly filtering through him

he is struck

with a sense of awe

immersed in a complete feeling

of total déjà vu.

He is not sure why,

nothing has really changed

but he just feels much more

ready to face the day

and as he drives towards work

every mile seems pre-lived

his path predetermined

it’s only when he takes a right

and turns on to

the freeway on ramp

that the déjà vu spell

is broken

and the road

is once again his own

but he just can’t seem

to shake

this nagging feeling

that he should have gone

straight

right past the on ramp

just once

for a change…

 

Tom Allen…07-29-2017…

 

 

 


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