Driving and Biking in the Big City


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Medical Center vertical

Photo by Big Johnny

My load is always heavier for my homecoming.
A briefcase of work that I seldom open.

Books I do not read, letters I do not answer,
Ideas that come and go in the course of my route, my day.

The ID badge comes off; the seatbelt comes on,
And I take my place in the stop-and-go of Fannin.

Long and short white coats cross without a glance
An incoming class of medical students.
All in fine dark suits as uniform as they will look in scrubs.

Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
Specialties that started in kindergarten.

A traffic cop points at me to stop, and we smile.
I see him most days, letting these same parkers into my path.

An ambulance, another; a jogger, another.
And finally, I pull into my place in the stop-and-go of 59.

Baseball players rise from Minute Maid like King Kong
Swatting at cars instead of planes.
Enron forgotten in their smiles, if not their t-shirts.

I gather momentum with the music of the day until . . .
Jet trails crisscross the sky, glistening in the sun.

One plane floats like a zeppelin, seemingly as close as cars.
White contrails, now golden in the purple sunset.
The sun melts colorfully as the moon picks up a reflective glow.

I open the roof fully to my neighborhood.
The smells bloom around me, magnolia, honeysuckle, azaleas.
I am a kid again, reminded of grape Kool-Aid, blackberry jelly and Juicy Fruit.

The bridge crosses the gully, and a billowing mist begins to form.
It dances lightly between the skipping water and warming air.Medical Center 3

A young fisherman and his curly haired sister-accomplice
Trail a pole, a net, a skateboard, a hound.
Turtles crane their heads above the ripples to be served.

The smell of open fires and cooking meat
My neighbor’s outdoor wok.

I am at peace by the time I pull in the driveway.
I turn off the engine, let the sounds and the day settle.

Also by Big Johnny

A happy face pops up, shaking the fence in delight.
The best part of the day is still ahead.


Written by commuterchroniclesdbh

February 23, 2013 at 6:14 pm

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  1. Felt like I was riding home with you. You and John are a talented team.


    February 25, 2013 at 4:58 am

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