The man who loved the Broncos
On my way to work this morning,
a man with a Denver Broncos
license plate holder
sped through streets you shouldn't speed through,
cocky, and rushed, he blew cigarette rings out of his sun roof
Confused ringlets gathered in already perplexed air, grasping for a route to whiz past
And trace what he thought
would get him there
what, on time? Ahead of them?
He bothered me for a full three minutes,
and then I remembered I'd be spending the day
with positive people, and having drinks with two women who've
known me through all kinds of shit.
Then
I felt bad for the man who was probably rushing to a place
he probably didn't even want
to be
with his
3 and his X and his C
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