On The Road Poem by John Updike

On The Road



Those dutiful dogtrots down airport corridors
while gnawing at a Dunkin' Donuts cruller,
those hotel rooms where the TV remote
waits by the bed like a suicide pistol,
those hours in the air amid white shirts
whose wearers sleep-read through thick staid thrillers,
those breakfast buffets in prairie Marriotts—
such venues of transit grow dearer than home.

The tricycle in the hall, the wife's hasty kiss,
the dripping faucet and uncut lawn—this is life?
No, vita thrives via the road, in the laptop
whose silky screen shimmers like a dark queen's mirror,
in the polished shoe that signifies killer intent,
and in the solitary mission, a bumpy glide
down through the cloud cover to a single runway
at whose end a man just like you guards the Grail.

Saturday, October 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Poetry Sucks 18 December 2018

Roses are red Vilets are fine PEOTRY IS DUMB DHIT WE DONT EVEN NEED TO LEARN poems TO BE SUCCESSFUL IN LIFE BECASUE SCHOOL IS DUMB AS SO AS PEOTRY

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potery sucks 11 October 2020

sure man so true im from 2020 ru alive

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