I love looking at mountains
but not driving between them.
I love the sound of rain
but not driving under it.
I love the flow of fog
but not driving through it.
I love road trips
but not driving all aching day
or all bleary night.
Guess I’m getting old.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Good rhyme🎶! The last stanza was a bit surprising and nostalgic.
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Thank you, Annabel! Glad I can surprise.
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It comes to us all – if we’re lucky…
Got Them Nuthin’ Works Like It Used To Blues
Can’t see without ma’ specs
Rough ground calls for a stick
Rich food and I’m reaching
For the reliable Rennie
Still dancing to Prince
Tho’ in the kitchen
Still fancying Robert
Tho’ Circa 1974
An old lady looks back at me
From the mirror
When did that happen?
BB – 2023
‘Robert’ being the wonderful Mr. Plant.
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Nice one! Of course it was Robert Plant. No other Robert could come close, at least in 1974.
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We have a lot in common!
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Stop driving and get out of the car! ;)
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Then I’d never get home!
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lol True :)
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