The Diesel engine roars right before pulling to a swift stop. Passengers heads rocking forward like they're nodding off wasted by the days activities, or nodding to a track they can relate to - much like me... Evidence on the Mic, real Hip Hop shit.
The faded smell of budget cleaner from Walmart intermingling with the hot desert sands and dust like we're in the Mojave without the wind gusts and storms.
Lord forbid we got a dust storm out here, we'd be slumped from the oven heat alone, coughing and gagging like the elderly man over the percussion of my ear buds - guess that's spreading the wealth and the misery of the day and fragile health.
The driver focused on the road, residual of what he last looked at on his phone while his stomach growls ; his last break just thirty minutes away, right after I step off to exercise the day to day stress away on that treadmill or pumping the weights in a silent, sweaty fury... Something that driver may consider doing too.. No disrespect but he could drive freehand with his belly.
Halfway to my destination, I eyes left like a stuttering dyslexic fresh out the military precision, the stop cord mustard yellow like false gold before the deception fades. I wonder how many hundreds of fingers graced it's smoothness. Maybe more than the body of their loved ones. Regardless I'll clutch like the troopers before taking commands to dive and not forget to pull the shoot. Oops I meant chute, sorry not sorry, I use these words as my ammunition, locked and loaded, should I use the rubber or the hollow metal?
Nagh I just want peace today. I smiled writing this in the royal blue bucket seat. Entry complete.