It Was A Downtown Scene
It was a downtown scene,
shot past the streetlight
he thought it was green,
as if to make a point,
the driver gunned the motor again,
and past every red light on that street,
and then,
he gave the gas some extra feet,
he just didn’t care,
as the sirens filled the air,
the police patrol pulled them over,
his good day just got sour,
that car was hitting fifty miles per hour,
for no apparent reason,
and oh, the tickets would stack,
it was curtains for the two large men
in a small compact,
both squeezed beyond all dignity into the
cramped interior
of the two door sedan,
car against man,
it was traveling at a high rate of speed,
but he didn’t get very far,
community service is what he’ll need,
they were flesh under pressure in that car,
a vision of cluttered humanity
that somehow increased the comedic possibilities,
he wanted to plea insanity,
and he’d just might win,
if the judge saw the car they were in.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio