Shove your fruits

 

 

 

 

Shove your fruits

 

 

Rain pelts my field of view

With eyes half opened and blurred

I look for any meaning that comes from being in this state

 

Dark highways whistle at me

Through a cracked glass

Dripping on my dark brown corduroy slacks

 

Still I push on

Fighting semis for control

And slow moving mini vans of a frustrating nature

 

But the goal is ahead

Somewhere around the next bend

Behind the fruit vendors and produce punks of the streets

 

Waving their goods

Hawking lower prices in my line of sight

Buy one; get one free in painted faces and snickering sneers

 

Bananas and coconuts

Not what I’d expect for dinner

But then again it is morning and I haven’t had my coffee yet

 

I awaken from this dream

Only to find that still it rains

And I shout from my darkened room, “Shove your fruits!”

 

Reviews

[s y e]

Dark highways whistle at me
Through a cracked glass
Dripping on my dark brown corduroy slacks

I adored this one Jack. I loved the title, it made me giggle when I read the title... heehee.

Another fave!

[Jack...]

Thanks Noodle. I am thrilled you enjoyed this one.

[Sami Khalil]

An awakening call of sorts and an echoed shout with sneering faces and punks roaming the streets selling their wares and fruits. You put smiles on our faces Jack and I hope you keep showing them your piece of mind...A great rant...:)..................

[Jack...]

Thank you Sami for your friendship and kindness

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time...:)..............

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Ah how you do spin a story for us all, well done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Thomas

[Pryde Foltz]

I awaken from this dream
Only to find that still it rains
And I shout from my darkened room, “Shove your fruits!”

hahaha … someone needs a tropical holiday.

[Jack...]

Thanks Pryde

[m.s.early]

Forgive me for chuckling, but it is certainly warm and shares your frustration. :)
Thank you highway poet!

[Jack...]

Thanks Xavier...truly written early this morning before my coffee.

[Marie]

Cold, rainy mornings are hard to drive through...I like fruit, but it may not be always welcome...

[Jack...]

This was one of those morning Marie, which I'm sure you experienced as well. Thanks so very much.

[Lydia Shutter]

Now this one is certainly unique, Jack. The plight of a semi truck driver on the rain soaked highway. Through the night he drives....mini vans splashing his tires. I could picture the scene and feel the damp rain on his corduroy slacks. Is he driving through the rain to get to his loved one? That's what I would think, but instead he is driving on to the fruit market where he will empty his truck and hawk his wares. Then it is all a dream? Sort of a twist ending....and I enjoyed the ride. Lydi**

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Lydi. You never really know with me. It was sort of my drive into work this morning and a few other things...but you never know.

[Frieda P]

A quirky albeit melancholy shout out from your pen Jack, a bit of sass with class, you always do it up right, no matter what you're penning. Made me smile in some odd way even in the dark rain....shove your fruits. ;-)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Frieda. Letting my mind get the best of me. (that's not always a good thing)

[Frieda P]

That's fine, let the muse have her way, it's always interesting, and/or an intriguing twist of the pen. I enjoyed it.

[Cassie]

Wow!!!! my dear friend, your poems have always taken me, it always feels like you are reading what you have written aloud, I totally loved this. Thank you for sharing

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Cassie. Just a bit of frustration penned in the heat of the moment...or the chill, depending on where you are at.