Warm Beer
Blame it on warm beer
at the stoplight.
My cerebrum throbs,
hodgepodge of noises:
windshield wiper's whirring whine,
depressing drone of tired traffic,
primeval beat of hip-hop sound;
the most jolting thing
in my line of vision:
a strapping traffic officer, his pen
and clipboard menacingly poised
to render judgment on me.
Blame it on warm beer
at the stoplight!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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