Twenty In A Sixty
Another day… Nothing new
Just biting off… More than I can chew
Using my gear shift
Like I wanted a ticket
Late for a meeting at the lake
Heading to hell… Eighty in a sixty
Passing wildly… All the sight seer’s and tourists
Scanner on… Watching for the Sherriff
Then son of a B
He pulled out in front of me
A hillbilly… In a 38 flatbed Chevy
No bumper… Broken windows… Door rusty
More dents than I’ve ever seen
Driving aimlessly… Twenty in a sixty
Crossing the center line… Time after time
Just missing the guard rail
Blowing blue smoke and a burnt oil smell
Dog on the flat bed… Barking wildly
Spinning circle after circle… Dancing free
Old dog on his lap
Head out in the wind
Old man going slow… On the road again
Just cruising with his best friends
I finally hit a passing lane
My chance to fly came
My foot hit the floor… To blow off his doors
I was ready to give him the finger
But the world got suddenly clearer
As I flew by… He looked straight at me
As a tear left his eye and rolled down his cheek
I knew he was driving aimlessly
Thinking about what old men think
Lost time… Lost friends… Lost love
All the pain in the end
He was just waiting for his time to come
By fate… By age… By destiny… Or by his own gun
That was the day… The world stopped
As I chose to just get off
Slowly… I drove home aimlessly… Twenty in a sixty
Sensation of Inspiration
Spiritual and Feel Good Poetry
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 
Lovely!
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