Poems of a Young Man: “11PM HITCHHIKING”


Nighttime in the suburbs

where anywhere is far if you don’t have a car.

I stand along the boulevard

attempting to thumb a ride,

but there’s not much traffic in the suburbs.

White headlights approach and pass

while I wait for the bus

to take me home to a waiting bed.

I check the clock at the 24 hour coin-op car wash

only to see

it has no hands.

(No surprise. That’s just about right.)

A full moon shines pale blue

on a passerby with a watch.

“Just past eleven.” he responds,

hurrying past.

11 PM

and I’m trying to write a moonlight poem

but repeatedly interrupted,

stopped in mid-sentence

to extend my lonely thumb.

You never know.

Maybe some stranger’s kindness

will precede the bus.

As another suspicious car flows by

impervious to my pleas…

I only now realize

that it’s Sunday.

There are no busses on Sunday!


© KPKeelan

(9- 17- 78)



About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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One Response to Poems of a Young Man: “11PM HITCHHIKING”

  1. 52mgtd says:

    Love this one KP.


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