Country Roads

1
A cow walking
big and pitched black,
in his own lane,
so I pass him.
I honk and he moos back.

2
Rains came,
at one point hard.
Opened the window and shouted,
“Hell fucking lo?
It’s a fucking library!?”

3
The navigator gets
a bit too comfortable. As in,
Can I get a little bit more
of your feet in my face?
Your feet and your unshaven legs?
She keeps saying “propound”
and it’s drivin me nuts.

4
At the top of the hour,
radio news says Stevens
is back for ANWR, lest
these twenty-five frozen years…

5
But I’m obliged to object—
everyone governed by the same rules,
no one here entitled to an
up or down vote.