Road Trip

What a summer....

 

Ring the bell,

Open the door;

What the hell you waiting for?

'Cuz my glass is half-empty,

The timer's half-full.

So I start down the highway

But my gas lights a blinkin'

So I start my fill up,

And the cashier's still winkin'

I hightail it out of there,

Crazy Motel Guy

Crash into the pillow,

A big yawning sigh.

Close up the curtains,

Open up the TV Guide.

Tiptoe in my socks,

For that ice I want to get

Crazy motel patterns in the carpet just won't set.

Not seeing where I step--

Falling straight into the net.

Drop the bucket,

Fall on my a*s.

Shards of Ice,

Glimmer like Glass.

Suns already risin';

Time for morning mass.

Time to recover--

Sleep, crash.

But I checkout, inhale,

And tap off the ash.

Sun is Shining,

Comin' way too soon.

For a moment ago,

I danced under the moon.

My Musical Muse!

Tango, Salsa, River dance,

Tiny neon bulbs-

Only waiting for a chance.

Tiny neon bulbs my eyes still meet.

Afterimages,

Aftershock.

Last night's Earthquake--

OMG it ROCKED

Vacation is done;

Time to return,

Click resume pause/play

Only one more thing to say.

Face to the glass,

Take a photo nice and clear.

Put it in the mailbox,

Signed,

"Wish you were here"

Reviews

[Ryan D. Mosley]

An alright piece of poetry. I must confess Erin, I absolute love your quick style of poetry. I could hear the beat and perfect rhythm in my head as I read it, and the occasional rhyme perfected it. This quick style you have developed is certainly wonderful, and I look forward to reading more of it.