Dashboard drawing board
I do my best writing while driving
using a dashboard drawing board
and rolled down window arm rest.
With a stolen bank ink pen
attached to nothing by
a few remaining links of chain
I write crooked words on the pages
of a drug store spiral pocket notebook.
And just as I would clean myself up
before hospital visits to you,
I neatly rewrite these dashboard thoughts
onto parchment with a quill pen
purchased by a childhood me
at the Liberty Bell gift shop.
Now, during solo trips to
the market or movies or cemetery,
and before feather meets inkwell,
these pages reside between
sun visor and pickup ceiling
until enough thoughts are collected to
assemble them on the hood of my truck
which is just ten feet forward of
our teen aged flesh pressed in
brick wall humidity.
Then, like a reservation blackjack dealer,
I shuffle these wounded heart love notes,
discarding the jokers
and then I deal from the bottom
to the ghosts of us back then.
And doubling down across a
world-weary blue Ford paint job
these brief memories end up
in a logical order, or not,
like a Papier-mâché timeline,
or a never to be completed jigsaw puzzle,
because the lost piece looks like you
“Dashboard drawing board’ was the winning piece in the
2013 People’s Poetry contest.
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