A Day at the Park

You find a quiet place to park

at the park, shady and serene

and wouldn’t you know it,

some trashed out, poor man’s 

pimped out Chevy pulls in

beside you, speakers blasting

a gravelly devil-Vader sound

in full profanity absurd, making

you wonder the worms that squirm

in the drivers brain you fail to

acknowledge for who knows

what impending legalities await

such a glance.

So you drive to the other side

of the park and once again

find a shady silence till the

‘happy-for-no-reason’ crew

pulls in and loosens a half dozen

screeching toddlers who seem

to think your car is a playground

attachment so you quickly pull out, 

cautiously, and look

for another shady spot but find

none and you end up sitting 

in the quiet, blaring sun

thanking your god
for another glimpse 

into the 21st century.

by Dave Holloway