Ode to Blue Haired LadiesA Poem by FlatDaddyEver wonder why those blue haired ladies driving monstrous cars down the highway never seem to collide with anyone? Here's the answer.They drive battleships down Mopac at eighty miles per hour, Peeping through the window of the wheel, Hands at ten and two above their heads.
Next to them, I see blue birds' nests and noses, spectacles perched atop their beatific smiles, gnarled knuckles absently in place.
I wonder what the blue-haired ladies think, perched on pillows inside two-ton metal missles hurtlling down macadam and concrete.
I've never seen a single one look to the side, the rear, or ever use a mirror except to plant some artificial roses in her cheeks.
They must drive divinely guided -- For I know they don't see me; They don't see anyone, They don't see traffic lights or stop signs, dogs or joggers. They see Jesus' face I think, and he leads them safely home and to the store for kitty litter.
I see them humming in their tinted, cool coccoons; "The Old Rugged Cross" comes in telepathic transit through my window, powered by the fervor of habitual belief.
The blue-haired ladies fill the roads, a great and growing flock of souls on cruise control -- holy rollers driven by their Lord, their Ford, their Pontifiac, their First Church of Buick, comfy in their leather pews; candles burn upon the dash next to plastic virgins grinding to the bumps.
I think the blue hair must really be secret, complex antennae that link little old ladies directly to God. Otherwise, all the roads and highways would be littered with their corpses.
I smile at that -- and I relax, safe in my knowledge that the car ahead, powered by a blue-haired Oldsmobile apostle, is surely, truely blessed. © 2012 FlatDaddyFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on December 16, 2011 Last Updated on January 8, 2012 Tags: old ladies, driving, religion, poetry AuthorFlatDaddyAustin, TXAboutFormer performance poet, actor and singer. I was injured in 2004 and no longer perform. I have written for many years, mostly performance oriented material. My injuries have caused me to be restri.. more..Writing
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