Day Trip

Riding to Des Moines
with Uncle Dan.
He's got cards to play;
I've got apartments to scope.

We talk about women.
He wonders if that tall drink of water,
met over sushi yesterday,
is thinking about him as much as
he's thinking about her.

We argue semantics.
"You don't
know,"
he exclaims,
"you assume!"

No pit stops,
bathroom breaks,
or dilly-dallyin'.
He's gotta be there by 11:15
if he wants to get in the game.

Checking the time,
he picks up speed;
racing the GPS.
"30 minutes, my ass.
I'll have us there
25!"