ON THE ROAD IN INDIANA IN NOVEMBER

Posted: November 17, 2014 in Poetry
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SNOW

ON THE ROAD IN INDIANA IN NOVEMBER
By David Allen

Goddamn it’s cold!

Bone fucking chilling
cold!
Oh God, please don’t let me
have to live in this yourforsaken
place again!
It’s too goddamn cold!
I just saw my motherfugging breath!
This is proof that we should
embrace global warming,
not fear it.
Warm me up Scotty!

Called my love, teeth chattering,
across the continent and over the ocean
to our subtropical paradise.
It warmed my evening.
I’ll call again tomorrow
from some Pennsylvania motel
attempting to warm myself up.
JESUS it’s cold!

Breakfast at a Cracker Barrel
In My-God-It’s-Freezing Fort Wayne.
Who the hell ever thought
grits was an acceptable breakfast food?
But the coffee refills were free
and the two eggs over easy
and biscuits and gravy
and turkey sausages assuaged
my cold- numbed soul.

“A month of this?”
my innervoice asked.
“I know,” I answered.
“Hell has just frozen over.”

                                             Fort Wayne, Indiana, Nov. 2007

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