Poems from the Dirty U

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Here's a poem that I wrote last week while I was home for Thanksgiving - hence "Dirty U" which is what the kids call Underwood these days. The following is based on a true story.

Hometown 11/25/16

Back home, 2 a.m.

Driving through the cold November air

34 degrees blowing through

the open sunroof so I can see the stars

as they flicker to the mellow bass

singing from the stereo.

Parked, seat back,

trying to find the little dipper

but I know nothing of constellations.

I wonder why the passenger seat sits empty

and if other people see the stars in color

and why my memories feel borrowed.

My car returns to the highway,

my hand reached up into the air,

and I feel the music pound.

"That's poetic," I say to myself,

"I must remember to write that down."