Bloomfield Avenue, by Ben Ramlackhan

Most days, it’s just my truck and I,

I’ve convinced myself it’s the only way.

 

The way:

The way on the road,

Keeping the pipes and pistons aligned,

Fueling the tank,

Combustion in the dark,

Swigs of sweet poison,

And we all know, it’s a loud and lonesome highway.  

 

But this dark sunset just beyond my dash pulls me,

Hypnotizes and keeps me,

Onward,

To the last of the light.

 

-Ben Ramlackhan

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