sitting.
waiting for my money
to work for me,
listening to nothing
but cars on the highway
again.
this is my life.
plunk go the quarters.
I wash and repeat.
there’s nothing new
and everything keeps
moving,
including me.
I’m packing my car
to take that job in Tennessee,
uncertain and happy,
hoping I won’t
get caught up
in another endless
spin cycle.
after all,
isn’t that what Solomon
warned us about?
maybe this time
it will be different
and God knows
there will be less
quarters involved.
