Speeding past the exit ramp,
I’m flying in overdrive,
my 70 mph wake
blowing wishbones snapped short
of dream into dust yellowed by July sun.

Drawn as human to our magnetic stutter,
my grip on the wheel
shapes my transit through city canyons
into my clean, well-lit office.

Humming along to the jazz anthems
spun daily by the FM D-J.
On duty before dawn,
she conducts the transit,
coffee cup in one hand,
voice rolling into mike
like a river approaching rapids.
Consumers cubicle bound over cement

inhaling the pace

as the work-week lays blue-prints
over the tunnels of dreams.



Charles Thielman

About Charles Thielman

Raised in Charleston, S.C., and Chicago, educated at red-bricked universities and on city streets, Charles has worked as a youth counselor, truck driver, city bus driver and enthused bookstore clerk. Married on a Kauai beach in 2011, a loving Grandfather for five free spirits, Charles’ inspired work as Poet, Artiste and shareholder in an independent Bookstore’s collective continues! His poems have appeared in The Pedestal, Poetry365, The Criterion [India], Poetry Salzburg [Austria], Battered Suitcase, Future Cycle, The Oyez Review, Poetry Kanto [Japan], Tiger’s Eye and Rio Grande Review! Charles’ chapbook, “Into the Owl-Dreamed Night”, is available from Uttered Chaos Press! []
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