Shooting Stars Poem by Bryan Corbett

bought a map
to all the star's
homes
for five bucks
from some kid
that smelled like Patchouli
sitting in a lawn chair
on a corner

and now I'm sitting
outside your mansion
behind the steering wheel
of my rusted-out Chevy Nova
waiting
patiently

the DJ on the radio
is spinning 'Dirty Deeds'
by AC/DC
ironic

biding my time
waiting
patiently
for you
to come out
and play

waiting
patiently
polishing my pistol
just to kill the time