service center

[saw]

noir waiting room
car under service they say
The Price Is Right screams
like a carnival bob barker

young man in trendy loafers
stares at a suspended screen
a zombie parishioner
giving head to the jones of the game

an ancient mariner
Great White beard in a huge orange
TEE, ball cap dirty beige like you never
seen it, some summer novel

man in a checkerboard button-down
keys tapping like a lonely robin
on a windowsill, face to the glass
he's Lap-Top Bored, he knows how

to Kill time, Cells...
the man next to me is OK cuz
he's an Oriole fan playing Solitaire
Me ?

I write stupid poems
trying to convince myself
I don't belong here, the hour changes
Let's Make A Deal !

[sasha]

the universal experience
of automotive surgery
waiting in a roomful of strangers
all anxiously awaiting the word
"Well, we changed the pads for you...
BUT..."
(rotors?)
(struts?)
(exhaust?)
(what is it THIS time?)

enjoyed this very much
(the poem, not my last oil change)

[mnaz]

I wish I lived next-door to everything. Then, no car. Funny how freedom taxes..

[saw]

yeah sasha...used to work on my old Darts
could change a water pump in 30 minutes
but they stole my joy, locked me out with
computer shit and special tools, and robotic
diagnosis, they are very clever when it comes
to instituting new ways to drain your bank account

and mnaz....nearly impossible to live in Baltimore without a car
mass transit sux big time...and I'd hate to give my '88 Ford Econoline Van

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6LVIi7pzZI....Enjoy !

[mnaz]

It's nearly impossible to live in pretty much any city without a car. That's how our car-based society built them... I mean, I don't mind driving; I even like it; but the upkeep on a car is a drag. Literally.

[WIREMAN]

....car free for me since 2010'...definitely couldn't live in b'more without one though....now Frederick it's possible..

[leafsailors ghost]

Yup ,when I get new tires thats the picture,spot on, so I play my harmonica( original and strange music)this tends to be good fun for me and a puzzle for others, I usually have my granddaughter with me and she dances like a gypsies child , the day has its own sunshine for me , be free I say ,even in this new world of little chips and total information illusion. The poem has that hum drum trapped in the hour feeling .
Side Note, I have a recumbent trike this is great around town and a blast to ride, twenty seven gears takes any hill and is just terrifying enough in traffic to be an adventure every time out,the down hill gravity run is a hoot.