Jeffrey SpahrSummers

(01/26/60 / Colorado Springs)

Cigarette Break


I stand outside with two tourists
They are watching me smoke
As I inhale and hold the smoke
Deep in my lungs with purpose
One talks about Amish carriages
Back home in Pennsyvania he
Asks have you ever seen them?
Damn things get nailed by cars
Every now and then he drawls
Yep all black... nothing but black
And his brother nods in agreement
Sometimes they get drunk and pass
Out and the horses know the way
Home but they don't know to stop
For traffic lights and WHAM the
Brother smacks his fist in his hand
I can tell they are brothers they
Have the same peppered beards
The same blue eyes of conviction
The same ironic believing smiles

Submitted: Friday, May 06, 2005
Edited: Thursday, May 06, 2010

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