The Joyride

The rickety carrier went bang and wham

She sat in a corner, packed in a fitful jam


People and voices floated all around

None by a single dialect bound

A vintage boom box emitted a crackling sound

As a honking frenzy did on her ear pound


A sweet old melody came wafting by

Amid the din a precious lyrical high


Dum dum diga diga crooned the man

As drops of rain quenched a metaphorical land

She mulled and dreamt of toes dipped in wet sand

And looked out to a boy beckoning with a wave of hand


The carrier rattled as the notes splattered

The destination was now all that mattered


Tum pukar lo, a baritone voice rang

Her heart felt for lost love of the one who sang


The outside siezed to irritate but soothed instead

To the rhythm of the rickety rattle some tears she shed


“No one ever got anything fun out of a smooth journey”

And so he said.

As she sat with her arms hugging her knees

And a million panoramas crowding her tiny head…


~ by eugenicist on July 17, 2012.

One Response to “The Joyride”

  1. Hey there from across the sea! This is just what I was hunting for, and you wrote it nicely. Thanks

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