I was out driving in my 1988 Chrysler New Yorker
It was a beautiful but chilly day in Virginia Beach, Virginia
The New Yorker is a nice car with low mileage
The car is in perfect condition and unlike me everything works
I drive it all the time now that I felt compelled by the slow economy
To turn in my expensive lease before I too went broke
If for no other reason than to save some money on gas
I was stopped at a red light when I noticed
A black man casually dressed as the Statue of Liberty
Standing on the corner of the same intersection smoking a cigarette
He was waving at the traffic in between puffs on his cancer stick
He waved at me and pointed to a Tax Service sign
And I thought as I sat there listening to Rush Limbaugh on my radio
Talking about how none of this stuff going on today
Has an effect on either my life or his
What a great country America is…

2007 © T Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-rubber-hits-the-road/