Day -hab driver I pick him up from his day hab program he is smiling but I give him a Tylenol because it is raining and I don’t know what to expect On those days Elvis, the Beatles or kidz bop? I ask him praying it’s not the last one A horrible station where they auto tune kids singing bubble gum pop songs he chooses the Beatles and smiles when I sing along to day tripper We turn on South Main Street not far from The whataburger where I gave the drifter who approached my window seven dollars His left eye looking straight at me his right eye a one way ticket out
About the Author: Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer from Texas. She has been published in several anthologies including This is Poetry Volume IV: Poets of the South and Cowboys &Cocktails Poetry from the True Grit Saloon.
Image Credit: Esther Bubley “Bus trip from Knoxville, Tennessee, to Washington, D.C. Looking out of bus window in Tennessee” (1943) Public domain image courtesy of the Library of Congress
As It Ought To Be 