Stream of consciousness poem -- part 57

Chapter 57

November 1, 2011 – No longer morning.

We drive

Farther down a road

I’ve never

Been on

The road splits

And I pray that

I’m on the right side

Of the split

Which is actually

The left

We turn

And drive all over

A parking lot

That houses

A Barnes and Noble

And several other businesses

But does not house

The Driver’s License

Office

Back on

The main road

We spot

The Driver’s License Office

As we are

Driving

Past it

I point

The Fire Station

Out to my

Little boy

As I make

A U-turn

On the side street

Just past the

Station

My son

However

Does not care

About the

Fire trucks

His cup

Is empty

And his snacks

Are gone