Kevin Patrick Hodgkiss writes

blue girl in a red car

blue girl in a red car

driving ‘cross some traffic trapped bridge

she’s got a cell phone

and a cigarette

dangling from her lower lip

unlit

but waiting to burn

like all the wheels

on all the cars waiting to turn

this blue girl in a red car and a sigh.

cold water underneath moving purposeful and strong

dragging every rock and bottle and bag along

‘til everything in it’s path has either moved or gone

i try to get her attention

so she’d notice my intention

but she won’t even look in my direction

just forward and strong

and in an unsuspecting moment

before my failed encroachment

I will waver and like a laser

she’ll be gone

we got this impending morning circus

we’ve yet barely scratched the surface

to the core of cause and purpose, will deny

a daring sun that creeps up and exemplifies

every little minute that goes rolling by

for a blue girl in a red car and a sigh

under a sky that’s still yawning

teasing a day that’s still dawning

this ain’t my damn morning

as every little minute that goes by

for a blue girl in a red car and a sigh

she’s covered her face in her hair and her hands

refusing to give in to the days demands

her head and her patience on the dashboard lands

she trades all the whens for a why

this blue girl in the red car with a sigh

 

 Car Girl -- Adam Strange