John's Sunday Drive, 2006, by Taylor Ross
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Who: Taylor Ross What: John's Sunday Drive When: November 29, 2006 Where: Creative Writing 3rd
John's Sunday Drive
The sun rises and shines a glare on the sleeping John's beautifully balding head
He wakes up and shimmies into his skin-tight chaps
Slips into his black leather jacket and heads downstairs
On the final step his foot is unfortunately placed in a giant steaming pile of dog waste
He then proceeds to hunt down Roxy and boot her across the room
As he starts up his blackand chrome colored Harley
The garage sounds like World War 3
He backs out of the driveway, revving up the motorcycle
The neighbors lean out of their windows, waving their canes, and shouting swear words
He's off to cruise the four lanes
His inch and a half hairs blowing back as the wind rushes around him
Categories: All Memoirs | Motorcycles | Harley-Davidson | Dog Shit | Poetry | 2006
