Waiting In The High School Parking Lot
My system is cranking at sixty percent
of it's 1350 watt capacity.
Everyone in seventh period
even those sleeping in class
or singing in chorus
can hear its'
My brother Brandon's going to ditch again,
like he always does.
Which is why
he asks me give him a ride.
He'll walk out of class with a note
one to go to the nurse
or maybe even just the bathroom.
Then instead he will walk right out the side doors
down the asphalt path
and into my 1984 Olds Cutlass Supreme.
I'll take him where-ever he wants to go.
We might even get to chill,
before I have to go to work
or our mom comes back to the house.
Because usually we try to avoid her.
He's taking longer than usual
so I spark the engine
light my cigarette and
crank the music a little higher
just in case he couldn't hear me.
But sure enough he bursts out
the side doors and
jumps into my car
cranks my system even louder
and we drive off to do something better with our time.