The Rainy Day Hitchhiker
Your thumb points to Heaven
From the side of a service station
Near a highway drenched in traffic
Where the last passing car splashed a wave
Across your effortlessly persistent smile,
And somehow you appreciate the shower
With an understanding for the desolate
Who sleep in their dreams and die out
Among atheists fighting in public
And I love you.
You are a blessing,
Blessing the silence.
The silence holds you close
And your thumb points to Heaven
As I sing along to a jingle on the radio
In the comfort of my car,
Where I can bop my head
As the windshield wipers keep in time
To your favorite song,
The one you used to blast and sing along to
When the clamoring birds outside your window
Became too much.
How I miss you -
You have that power
Powers envy,
Yet your thumb still points to Heaven
As I laugh at the simple concepts
Of a rainy day hitchhiker,
Who I will not let sit on and soak
My fine upholstery,
So I keep driving in search
For random rays of sunlight
To rain down through the occasional breach
Between clouds.
Copyright © Mike Frampton | Year Posted 2010
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