A red-cabbed rig
flying just above the spires of Golden Gate Bridge.
What the hell — right? A truck, aloft? Sort of lovely
though for the moment, looking around. There’s
a nice stereo and tapes and a bed tucked in
behind the driver’s seat.
The problem’s his trajectory.
He’d hoped he might line up
with the road below, touch down, head on over to
Sausalito for a movie. But there’s too much
sideways momentum and the truck flew west.
Flew past. Drifted.
Over. Out.
He’s a truck
Comments
3 responses to “He’s a truck”
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i enjoyed this. sounds like a great idea for a children’s story. you will need a cute dog in the camper.
tapes? itunes, man, itunes. -
love it. really a lot.
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CV, I really love this one. I think you should submit it.
E.
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