American Run

seven miles south of the line forty-nine

Randy Bachman plays the chords to No Time

Burton Cummings belts out the words

to a crowd of thousands, dudes and birds

and on video to a person years later

sitting at that lonely kitchen table

the daughter wanders, looking, spying all around

for something to have daddy yell at her about

he walks into the three-quarter shower room

and finds the daughter playing with doom

yet prevention is taken and she's on his lap

as the father plots out the poetic map

Burton tickles the electric ivory keys

with an almost otherworldly ease

and she grabs onto the shakers the same way

that Randy Bachman can sing and play

and now there are specks all over the table

because this child is bored, willing and able

driving daddy crazy because she is two

any other parent says, so what else is new?

the point now made, so let us rain dance

this piece into some kind of crazy trance

out into existence, the crazy thoughts will go

the question remains, why not so long ago?

events happen and onto the back burner

goes the passion, not worked by the turner

and now back for some mandatory fun

so let's take that passion on an American run

Author's Note

I have started writing again. It's been a long time in coming.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

I'm so glad you've started writing again K. This write says so much about how real life goes...
I enjoyed it, even on the American run.

- Elisa

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks, Elisa. I am glad to see you too.

Anytime, Ken!! need to dig more into your Math-poetry as soon as I can... and all other pieces...