Geek by Wayne F. Burke

I moved up in the right-hand lane
to pass a big truck
on my left
but the truck sped-up
and I floored the Cadillac to get
in front
before the two lanes became one–
I moved to the left and
stopped at the light
and the truck squealed to a halt
beside me;
the driver barked down through
the open sun roof:
“Fuck you!” I said.
“Say that to my face!”
I looked up:
“get fucked!”
He swore a blue streak,
the words raining down on me,
the truck engine growling;
I reached into my pocket:
“I’ll call the cops!”
An empty threat as
I did not own a cell phone.
I saw him get out, jump down,
a big muscled-up geek,
nickname of “Moose.”
The light blinked green
and I made the turn,
glad we had not come to blows
that “fat bastard”

Wayne Burke

Wayne F. Burke’s poetry has appeared in a variety of publications (including Your One Phone Call). His three published poetry collections, all from BareBack Press, are WORDS THAT BURN, DICKHEAD, and KNUCKLE SANDWICHES. A fourth collection, A LARK UP THE NOSE OF TIME, is due out in 2017. His chapbook PADDY WAGON is published by Epic Rites Press. He lives in the central Vermont area (USA).


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