A Poem for Wednesday

I’ve been watching more US Open Tennis than writing lately.  My picks to win:  Caroline Wozniacki and Roger Federer.

But tossing around some thoughts while waiting for a connecting train this morning, I came up with this poem.

Eat, Pray, Love for the Small-town Boy

He wanted to see the world,

Places photographed in travel magazines,

Small town America was porridge,

The Far East curry and chili peppers,

He wanted to stand on Grecian mountains,

And dive from Mexican cliffs,

To feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest.

He wanted to see the world,

Nine dollars an hour and Walmart jeans,

If you squint real hard at night,

And smoke enough marijuana,

Main Street sparkles like an Italian piazza,

And dreams of breaking free,

Are always just a day away.

He wanted to see the world,

No one could tell him he didn’t have the right,

Truck stop trade, broken windshields, bloody noses,

If Julia Roberts could do it,

So could he,

One day he’d take that bus to the airport,

And disappear.

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