< rush hour >
ray heinrich
the rush hour on the freeway
stopped
between life and the radio
a BMW roadster and an expensive woman
tanned
and looking as good as the company she must run
internet?
her stock worth millions?
i follow behind her in my old van
dreaming
that we are having dinner
and she loves my words as they fill a space in her
and i so want
to fill a space in her
oh gee
rush hour
on and on
