Cruising. Window open
In a rush to get out
Headwaters
Late, as always
The pages of a Quillen screed
flapping their backseat lips
too loud not to listen
Colorado Central
Denver Post
Head-on straight stuff
whose shape-shifting humor
insured a guffaw
Grabbed you by the scruff
of your lame horse
& then handed you a brew
A specialist at poking holes
in glazed doughboys
about-to-become donuts
With an uncanny knack
for all the “innappropriate” places
Sump pits to hot shots
It’s passed mid-September
& starting to turn cold
But, truth is, I like
Ed’s flapping breeze at my back
I’m leaving my window
down
by Art Goodtimes
