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From home to home: Driving back to DC from Jersey, Sunday evening by Joe Donnelly

Roll down the windows
It’s humid, a breeze lays over the dashboard
all the cars slow down along the B-W Parkway
No alarms and we’re creeping along,
while the tree branches let the last bits of sun shine

This weather, all wet and clogged,
Keeps a motorist awake
A change from air conditioning,
Pleasantly sticky, like whip cream,

There are moments on the road,
That you want to preserve in mason jars,
Old music of NPR evening radio,
Bop from the big band,
Patting the wheels,
Padding the wheels,
As you turn toward the city,

Johnny Dollar is at it again,
Stay tuned for Dragnet,
My favorite type of criminals,

With the choppy dialog of Joe Friday,
Brisk from the speakers,
And the dusk light,
Glowing in the horizon,
A strange comfort washes over me,
As if the words will never stop,
And the light, the light of the evening sky,
Will never turn to black,

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2 thoughts on “From home to home: Driving back to DC from Jersey, Sunday evening by Joe Donnelly

  1. To quote the writer
    “I first got into poetry from reading the writers like Allen Ginsberg and John Holmes. Sometimes I read through my old journals and cringe. I look forward to the day when I can put my own book in the library that I work in.”.

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