Patently
She waits for me,
Oh marvel
Of technology-
At my will
And for my gain,
To win the race,
To stake my claim.

I Climb aboard
And turn the key-
Each day away
From here we flee,
And battle
Fifty minutes deep
Into the fray
My job to keep.

And then again,
When work is done-
Those faithful wheels
To take me home,
To be abandon
One night more,
And wait for me
Outside my door.

03/20/2002

Posted on 03/20/2002
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