poetry

broken down… 

​i’ve been no stranger to broken down cars 

being left stranded in the middle of nowhere 

and perhaps one night comes to mind 

i was out on one of those dates 

something i didn’t get to do often 

and damn near non-existent within recent years 

i remember driving around after the double feature 

into the early morning 

a little buzzed and head over heels for a little lady 

who always made driving 

rather dangerous 

because like einstein said 

“any man who can drive safely 

while kissing a pretty girl 

is simply not giving the kiss 

the attention it deserves”

but we broke down three miles from town 

it was a cool autumn morning 

while we walked in the misty dew 

up and down the hills 

through the curves 

laughing out loud 

upon the moonlit blacktop 

we were tired by the time we got to town 

but we made it there together 

and i found her a way home 

see 

that’s my point of this story 

i’m no stranger to being broken down 

but it hasn’t stopped me yet 

from getting there to here 

it just gives me the chance to feel the roads 

on my way home 

-joshua ryan stewart

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