By Christopher J. Bradley
3/6/01 7:38:06 PM
The sign pointed straight ahead
So I continued on
Bloodshot and boiling
Not knowing the name of this thoroughfare
After passing over a bridge with neat white railings
The traffic thinned and slowed slightly
And I realized I was listening to a top 10 countdown
With Destiny's Child in the Mix at number 5.
I knew as I traveled that eminem would be at the top
His track had been convincing me that I was
"the real slim shady" all month
With that I progressed.
Past the towering underwear billboards
Hosting Nike and Gucci
And diamonds and leather
And on the right I began to see the greenery
With it's trimmers and it's Rollerbladers.
Suddenly I was attuned to the parking signs
And a meter welcomed me
The zone was 30 minutes with towing.
It was the best I could do.
So I got out of the Saturn
Stepped between vehicles
I rested with the windows down
The breeze of mid-town
Bristling my whiskers.
Eminem blinged into my conciousness
And I woke up from a half dream
About Carolina and Scott
Would I make it there in time to get to Ashland?
Or would I have my tour interrupted?
I still had 15 minutes left.
The street called
but I wouldn't have made it two steps
I turned off the radio to hear it's burbling buzz
And I noticed that there was not a bird or insect