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Grex Poetry Item 287: going home ~toking
Entered by bumble on Fri Dec 21 10:15:37 UTC 2001:

So I'm going home on saturday, not to stay, not to stay, but to see 
the cold comfort of well known well worn faces. Voices that don't 
crack at the thought of ice on windshields, minds that dont think of 
pouring hot water on cold glazed glass for a little quicker start. 
Going home to cold air and warm hearts, and trying not to think too 
much about that 90 minute ride in from O'Hare sitting in the back seat 
of a car that belongs to the reason I went 2000 miles away. 'stead I'm 
thinking of hot cups of bad coffee and worse service in a  run down 
truck stop in a back woods little town and thinking maybe just for 
kicks I'll stop by the adult book store across the street and buy that 
big rubber fist and a tube of KY for a girl I'd really rather convince 
to hop on the plane with me come 12-27, just for kicks and a lifetime 
of sand and sun.

2 responses total.

#1 of 2 by arianna on Fri Dec 21 18:50:03 2001:

Joe!  This is really good!  So descriptive -- that line "voices that don't
crack.." is my favorite, I think.

#2 of 2 by jaklumen on Sat Dec 22 08:04:59 2001:

Reminds me of cowboy poetry, in a way, but in free verse with no 
rhyme.  Very straightforward and gritty, but honest.

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