Cup Holders and Safety Belts

Rainy, freezing drizzle beats this pane

tempo

As the wiper rhythm sweeps aside silence

splash

Frigid fingers fumble and drum on the wheel

tap, tap, tap

No need for melody in this conductor’s chair

so familiar

Hum a few bars, in perfect key with the elements

never sung

Write a masterpiece at 65 miles per hour

speed it up

Road signs in a liquid blur withhold applause

slow it down

Puddles swoon with a slosh of appreciation

chorus

Never has music seemed so “with me”

LOUD

A part of my fascination with sucking in sound

bring it home

It’s satellite radio, live from my fillings

big finish

For an audience of cup holders and safety belts

bow

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Published on Sunday, November 20, 2011. Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and "Poetry"

Many unheard masterpieces have been written in my chilly Cavalier.

Comments on "Cup Holders and Safety Belts"

A former member wrote: If you close your eyes, you can see it come to life!!!
On Sunday, November 20, 2011, lupus tenebrae (872) wrote:

Masterpieces come from unlikely sources, at unlikely times, in unlikely places. Oftentimes, I have to rush home from a walk because have an idea or two. I especially loved the usage of onomatopoeia in this, very engrossing that way.