Poetry

Mind Trip – Kevin Ridgeway

bombed
and snookered
in the
front seat
of a dented &
worn old
Cadillac,
the marijuana
joint
extinguished,
the music
playing
jam-heavy
grooves
that
ricochet
off my brain,

I prowl the
city streets
at the wheel
cruising
Whittier Boulevard
and its myriad of
mom-and-pop
burger stands
the neon lights
screaming the
1950s in my
night vision

I stop at
the Norm’s
all-night
diner
order steak
and eggs,
admire
the wrinkled hosiery
encasing the legs
of the burned-out
waitress
sliding back
and forth
effortlessly
across
the checkered
tile floor

I climb
the hills
overlooking
L.A.
and its
frowning
palm trees
in the wind,
the endless
lights an
image of
tiny little
lives going
through
this evening,
a human
ant farm

I wonder
what they’re
all dreaming
of as I
torch
another
cigarette
and
dream
my own
dream
far away
from
here
as the
music
slowly
fades

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