Tears again, a poem

Tears again
By Mike Marcellino

Tears again
makin up for lost time
you lose along the way
settle for
artificial ones.

Sometimes life
can be
paralyzing
like being
in or near
a crash,
unless
you’re landing
on the Hudson
off the Brooklyn coast.

We came
from nowhere
piloting a clipper ship
across
endless Alleghenys.
Are we there yet?
Yep.
Snow line lost
to late February rains,
unexpectedly
rollin down Interstate 80
bustin plenty
enroute to
Stacy
Rock
& Buckeroo
playin Texas
raw bar
lower east side,
cutest actors
seen
since Joni & Jim
in the backseat
of a Fairlane
Ford,
baby blue
white top.
Light weight,
skinny,
automatic thing
flattened out at 110.
Under 90
never caught,
no blind spot.

Artificial tears
never show.
Only the real ones grow.

Got hard scrambled
eggs an' pancakes,
biggest ones
ever seen.
Split the scene.

Across the eastern divide
Cleveland appeared -
the far horizon
in van’s mystic
sky.

Real tears,
Song of Banjo Riley
heading for the Gulf
of Mexico
from New York
City.

Song of Banjo Riley by Mike Marcellino Copyright 2009