Saturday, March 2, 2013

He Could Have Been

a truck driver.  Bono.
I'm just saying.
An ordinary guy in sunglasses
and a leather jacket
filling his truck with gas
under the bright yellow canopy
marked Shell.

He stands like he owns the joint
chin at a cocky angle
as if to say
bring it on.
The glasses hiding his real
an eye grin that speaks his joy
of the open road.

I wonder if he's on the road as much
as a rock star
if he sings while he drives
if his wife takes out the garbage
if his kids really know him
like he knows the road.

The light turns green
I've been staring.
He licks his lips
flashes a peace sign
as I pull away
reflected in the mirror
of his big black shades.

- Debbie Calverley

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