I was out driving in my 1988 Chrysler New Yorker <br />It was a beautiful but chilly day in Virginia Beach, Virginia <br />The New Yorker is a nice car with low mileage <br />The car is in perfect condition and unlike me everything works <br />I drive it all the time now that I felt compelled by the slow economy <br />To turn in my expensive lease before I too went broke <br />If for no other reason than to save some money on gas <br />I was stopped at a red light when I noticed <br />A black man casually dressed as the Statue of Liberty <br />Standing on the corner of the same intersection smoking a cigarette <br />He was waving at the traffic in between puffs on his cancer stick <br />He waved at me and pointed to a Tax Service sign <br />And I thought as I sat there listening to Rush Limbaugh on my radio <br />Talking about how none of this stuff going on today <br />Has an effect on either my life or his <br />What a great country America is… <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-rubber-hits-the-road/
