poetry by j matthew waters

Sunday Driver

It was a Sunday and the air conditioner
decided to stop working in my
1999 Aurora

I had been traveling from small town
to small town along
highway 13
convinced I would know exactly where
I was going once I got there

the price of gasoline was much cheaper
today but I already had a full tank

there was a rattle coming from the trunk
and I kept thinking I should stop to find out why

the cubs/cards game was mostly
static on the am radio
and I had no idea who was losing

there was a sign on mile marker 66
warning against picking up hitchhikers
and it was then I realized
I would soon find purpose to my day

june two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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10 thoughts on “Sunday Driver

  1. Very cool story, or beginning of one 🙂

  2. hmmm leaving us wanting 😉

  3. I enjoyed this and wonder what happened in the end, John. 🙂

  4. YES — Sequel please… Love your fun, snappy, enticing writing snippets!!!

  5. The rattle in the trunk makes me think dark thoughts

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