Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Fireblossom Friday: “That’s The Ticket”
Write me a NEW poem which includes some kind of a ticket.
They are looking
for him. Slim, trimmed
red beard, 5’10”, blue
baseball hat. Last seen
wearing a black windbreaker
and sneakers. Dark jeans.
Seems he held up a jewelry
store. Sure, he had a gun–
was it real?
He jumps onto commuter
train, brain on overload.
Stands near doors. Keeps
an open newspaper close
to his face. Thinks
of disgrace his family
will feel when they find
out. Impulse move.
Prove yourself a man.
Family in need. Toy
gun trembles in his hands.
Crumples cap, stuffs it
in jacket. Make a dash
for men’s room, ditch
gun, shave beard.
Is the coast clear?
Wait. Uniform coming
down the aisle. Not
a cop. As uniform draws
near, he hears, . . .
“Tickets, please.”
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