Salt Peanuts blasting on
the player as party whistles
join in, balloons bouncing.
I'm watching
On The Road
again . The purity of
the road, I can almost smell
the old lead-based
gasoline. Pawning time
at a pit-stop - 'We've
gotta Go! Move!' I sit,
shivering with a cold,
fire burning late
in the grate and in me.
'Poor tragic Dean!'
Now I've gone all nostalgic.
ReplyDeleteWhen I'm ill, I live in the past :-)Ta, Rosemary.
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