RIDIN’ ON CHROME
Brian and I were driving through Naptown,
which is another name for Indianapolis,
somewhere in South Broad Ripple,
a dicey zone and the neighborhoods narrow,
we slowed up through a street lined with cars
on both sides, people all about, dressed nicely,
centrally a church, it was a funeral.
We both saw the hearse sitting on the curb
as we crawled past close enough to touch it.
We saw the whole scene, the totality of it,
but when we saw the chrome rims on the Cadillac,
we both thought it at the same time only
Brian looked straight ahead and said, “Chrome.”
