Maybe, I'll get It Right

Choices mean everything.

She carried his cards and letters,
bundled with a rubber band,
in her yellow raincoat.

He stood on the motel roof,
watching the freeway paint the night,
headlights begging the question,
Will I ever get it right?

She mumbles from below.
Depends if you take the right exit
and feed that mutt that you've been ignoring.

She chuckled, fragile as exotic china.
He wanted to catch that laugh,
eat it,
and let it nourish him.

He traced the lines of his face
in a rain puddle,
dreaming of mountains that needed climbed,
thinking maybe
he could fix one f*****g thing
before the sun went down.

Author's Note

Thank you for stopping by. I just posted a new long video reading from Aluminum Cowboys along with a few gritty vignettes I wrote recently.

Watch the video here:
https://youtu.be/QzS2hIl5HOU

Check out my book, Aluminum Cowboys: Poems and Short Stories, and my other recently published books on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Aluminum-Cowboys-Poems-Short-Stories/dp/B0G33PDHBJ/ref=sr

Thanks for watching, reading, and supporting my work!

Reviews

[yorkie]

I like this . seems relationships don't always work out.
question is did he manage to do that one thing and do it right.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[ETERNITY]

I like that! I bookmarked My Poetic Side. Looks great!
Yes! This one did remind me a little of Dylan.

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks. I appreciate it.

[red93]

Reminds me of a Bob Dylan Lyric Thomas, which is quite a compliment. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.