Worn

Somewhere between here and there

 

She was at a coinflip crossroads

burning cheap gas on a daydream  

she was running to somewhere -

away.

she was seeing double and she had to pee

down to two cigarettes and she was dying for a beer  

it was 2 A.M.

she looked for a sign, a light , a falling star

just something to guide her . 

so she stopped -

and got out.

she had never felt a night so dark

the wind was fierce and she still had to go 

so she did it right there in the middle of the road   

and she laughed out loud with only God and the coyotes to hear.

and stood there with the wind messing her hair

and caught herself ...

hoping

for just a star , a sign , a light to guide her

and she went back to her worn-out car

and found a look-away quarter and turned to the east

a tear in her eye .  

it was all she could do

because all she had to do - 

was get through this night  

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem makes me wonder what kind of hell she had walked through. The imagery is spot on and I love that she peed right in the middle of the road. People really do that so I love this poem for it capturing true human nature on its bleakest hour. I can't picture this woman running from something or someone. Great write.

[ScaryTrees]

yeah i like this alot
i love a poem that tells a story like this
this leaves so much to our imagination but infers enough for us to fill in the blanks on our own
well written and shelved for repeat perusal :)

[Nobody.]

powerful as hell. this one jumped up and bit me. well done sir.
cheers!

[Emily B]

just this night

and tomorrow will be better

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is like a page fell from a much longer script... What a sense of character and motivation, time and place...
I have been on that road and looked for that star, I can tell you.

A favourite, Robin.

[Brad]

man, that set up was perfect and you followed through without skipping a beat to the end....i could read you forever...which reminds me, i need to order some book about buddahs er sumthin'...

[asdarkeyesclose]

I liked the visual quality of this poem. Sometimes the simplest things are the most difficult and it takes everything we've got to win through.

[Michael of Gilead]

it always amazes me what the mind can do, run rampant and crazed over something another would brush off....

as always, brilliant, Robin

[Jeff Loquist]

oddly..you mentioned many of my favorite things here..as sad and lonely as this is...amazing

[Ed Hart]

nights like this...nights like this