I thought I knew the way from
sheridan to lake shore drive
up there by chicago’s icy edge
but somehow found myself
driving beside the lake on
a sweet snowy paved road
no wider than my honda
scant room for scattered
runners my GPS wasn’t on
it would have had the auto
floating in air the patient voice
recalculating . . .recalculating . . .
though finally it might have lost
its cool snarled you blithering idiot
how’d you manage to get HERE and
WHERE do you plan to go NEXT?
This article appears in Feb 24 – Mar 2, 2011.
