CLEAR PATHWAY HOME

Quietly nursing a beer

anxiously awaiting a cup of chili

listening to two young ladies

that somehow lost their way—

couldn’t rent a car

couldn’t get a hotel,

missed a concert, had a 5 AM flight

a lot of porno flicks start out like that

but I’m not qualified to direct or star

I come up short

in both categories

no skill with a camera

and well, you know

we don’t need to go there

It’s not common decency

keeps me from posting dick pics

I wish I had words of wisdom

or at least some witty repartee

but I sit quietly sipping beer

a game is played by God knows who

airing on a flat screen TV

I feign interest in the action

It’s fucking baseball
I’d have a better chance popping a boner

watching paint dry on a fence

the two young ladies converse

with an elegant elderly woman

they’re having a good time

in spite their run of bad luck

I can see I’m not needed here

but the chili is warming

and I have a clear pathway home

and a dog waiting there

that actually does think I’m special

https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1109907

Published by fuchebuyahoocom

poet, philosopher and comic. Philadelphia born but suburban bred.

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