Pay No Mind

Cadillac bound
across the great divide
my wings will save me
when I'm gassed-out in a cold place
flying across icebergs
small obstructions
temporarily waylaid
in the frozen fogginess of ambition
I can wait for an itinerary
from a major airline
or I can pick up and go
land on my feet at the foot
of a new friend
who buys me a coffee
for a poem
I give him a short one
so as not to drain his attention span
I can tell by his roving eyes
it's low
I can take a bus to a small town
and tell a poetic lie
about love and life and dogs
and I can get a laugh for a good line
I can travel across the entire world
with a suitcase packed full of
firmly pressed metaphors
and still not get anywhere in your mind