My Journey Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A brief description of my drive home after work. The drive that almost justifies my daily toil.

Submitted: February 25, 2016

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The clock strikes five, freedom awaits

Start the engine, music on, exit the gates

Make a left, straight ahead I drive

Wind in my hair and feeling alive

 

I slip into a fast and furious fantasy

Anticipating the green light, one…two…three

Foot to the floor, shifting to perfection

Seeing the world in my rearview’s reflection

 

Gliding on asphalt, fuelled by melodies

The blur of buildings and passing trees

Over the hill; there’s the ocean

A catalyst for this pure emotion

 

Stop at the lights, look to my side

Give a sly smile to the girl in her ride

She blows a kiss, my day is made

A simple pleasure I wouldn’t trade

 

Window down, smoking a cigarette

Shades on, smiling wide, no regret

Singing out loud, not a fuck given

Hours in a cage, but this is livin’


© Copyright 2020 Christopher Kush. All rights reserved.

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