an empty cab's confusion

an empty cab's confusion

 

roads close

construction agendas

patchwork relationships

approaching dead ends,

pot holed feelings, deeply embedded

in heart's anonymity

the lonely trucker looking for love

and driving himself insane

 

spinning his wheel

steerage is where his feelings now lie

and when the rain comes

it washes away what could be his road to salvation

 

when his license expires

his last thought

will be of you.

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/12/18

Reviews

[sette]

so beautifully written poem as always jacob. realistic too all in the name of love.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, sette.
j.

[sette]

you are welcome jacob