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…

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~ 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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