for believers, doubters and hopeful pouters, rockers, ravers, lovers and sinners, poets, fighters and smokers everywhere fighting with their lighters.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
ticket on the dash
windy punch, the ache of morning, tired traffic, and inconsistent coffee, stern faces chew cash crunch sandwiches, and hustle through mazes of parking lines, ticket and receipt, receipt and ticket, "is there joy somewhere throughout this thicket?" attendant looks at me over his glasses while handing me back cash, "I don't know about that but I do know that it's five bucks more if you don't leave your ticket on the dash."