Monday, August 1, 2016

on the way to scotland

after hours and hours 
of driving in the 
9 passenger 
vehicle, 
the walls morph into
a moving bunker
as darkness falls, 
a hearty intimate camaraderie
falls on us 
sloppy slap happy humor 
comes out to play, 
and tongues
really start loosening
you really get to know a person 
amidst smelly shoes, 
stale air, 
and 
siri's misread 
directions.

2 comments:

chelsmichalwrites said...

Stale air, smelly shoes... Your the best writer. You just brought me there.

J.K. English said...

ha! i hope so!!