They wake up and start their calling
(As if nobody again will listen)
Drive in to work, play Keith Jarrett
And there’s no one there to disagree
Driving home, AC/DC’s Highway To Hell
On Sunday you don’t go to church, instead
You go to the pharmacy “Family Planning” section
& stare too long at the inverted commas
The music in there is horrible
All mixed up with improbable fears
(You probably still love your wife a little)
A parking lot in the afternoon—
But no she says, it’s more like sunset
She throws her leg over you and sighs.
© 2011 Rob Schackne
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