Boredom at work
Here's two that you guys have seen before, just felt like bringing them back again.
"Driving To Florida"
requires leaving in the late afternoon if you want to make it there in time
to drink and dance and sleep beside and with her tonight
and you stop only to fill an ever-thirsty tank as
those mile markers blend together
into one, no two, three hundred miles and
three hundred approximate minutes of interstate hypnosis
because at night, all the trees look the same just like
all the towns, all the cars all the trees look like
all the golf courses and tourists traps,
and billboards that emerge with
the rising of the full moon
and another mile another bridge another
truck stop and all the mile markers keep running, running, running
and merging-merging-merging together while wheels thump-thump-thump
over another causeway over another river reflecting the midnight stars
that flow along the endless road that passes another gas station
which offers the “the coldest beers in town” and signs that
promise that Orlando is only another fifty weary miles
and the clock tells you that it’s almost 9 pm,
which means the bars close in 4 hours
and her arms will close around you
shortly after that
which means that your drive was
all worth while, you know it was when she whispers like that…”
A Woman Is Like a Fish...
Because you will always talk,
when the subject comes up
(as you know it will)
about the one that got away,
just like all fishermen and lovers do
and you will always keep trying
to land one greater
and you will always find yourself
straining to see her
in the melancholy eyes
of timid store clerks
and uncertain artists
that stab indecisively
with gazelle-like arms at
canvasses larger than
their diminutive egos.
And you will spend
days and years or
more likely, a lifetime
just like all great fishermen and writers do
in constantly expressing
that feeling of loss while
searching for words and metaphors to
describe that never-ending
need to sleep next to someone
who will remind you of her but
never will never quite be her because
there is only one
catch of a lifetime.”
"Driving To Florida"
requires leaving in the late afternoon if you want to make it there in time
to drink and dance and sleep beside and with her tonight
and you stop only to fill an ever-thirsty tank as
those mile markers blend together
into one, no two, three hundred miles and
three hundred approximate minutes of interstate hypnosis
because at night, all the trees look the same just like
all the towns, all the cars all the trees look like
all the golf courses and tourists traps,
and billboards that emerge with
the rising of the full moon
and another mile another bridge another
truck stop and all the mile markers keep running, running, running
and merging-merging-merging together while wheels thump-thump-thump
over another causeway over another river reflecting the midnight stars
that flow along the endless road that passes another gas station
which offers the “the coldest beers in town” and signs that
promise that Orlando is only another fifty weary miles
and the clock tells you that it’s almost 9 pm,
which means the bars close in 4 hours
and her arms will close around you
shortly after that
which means that your drive was
all worth while, you know it was when she whispers like that…”
A Woman Is Like a Fish...
Because you will always talk,
when the subject comes up
(as you know it will)
about the one that got away,
just like all fishermen and lovers do
and you will always keep trying
to land one greater
and you will always find yourself
straining to see her
in the melancholy eyes
of timid store clerks
and uncertain artists
that stab indecisively
with gazelle-like arms at
canvasses larger than
their diminutive egos.
And you will spend
days and years or
more likely, a lifetime
just like all great fishermen and writers do
in constantly expressing
that feeling of loss while
searching for words and metaphors to
describe that never-ending
need to sleep next to someone
who will remind you of her but
never will never quite be her because
there is only one
catch of a lifetime.”