Driving north: halfway through (except it's difficult
to know where this city begins and ends.)
Directionally dawns green while a new
bald man (shit, that makes four) in an older
Olds, two-toned brown, corners
sharply, right in front of me.

Never unconscious of signs or symbols
I puzzle, almost forgetting to pay attention
Still reminiscing about the first to catch my eye
only because I'm missing my classic rides. The driver
bald with bared & tattooed arms, maneuvering
a classic cutlass, precisely missing the front
bumper of my modern ride - final issue, same line.

The second wasn't really a driving concern but
caught me off guard. Same guy I think (nope)
bearded and a '72 (tattoo man drove a '68)
same standard two-tone brown alright.

I might have missed the third (amused with birds
scavenging outside the bakery, I braked mindlessly
at the red light.) except for the awakening annoyance
of its sudden squealing tires. Looking up in time
to catch a profile: youthful shaved head, smirking eyes
and a whiff of NOS, then the chromed dual exhaust
and tail of the '69 supreme disappeared.

As it left me in the dust I settled into familiar
clouded thoughts. (Signs, symbols, messages: are they
whole or single elements?) Four left-turning bald men
driving classic two-toned brown Oldsmobiles ' what are
the odds of averages? Left and right of centre,
most extremities seem coincidentally contrived.
Such a creative call by avenue of avenues is rare.
Should I dare consider the odds of failure?

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