To drown the soft
Humming of the engine.
But I can’t drown out
The rumble of the thunder.
There’s a strong waft of pizza
Coming from the small
Takeout place in the shopping center.
My stomach is kicking and screaming,
Begging me for a slice or two.
The signs zip by me
Like news tickers on the bottom
Of the television screen.
I see my exit and pull off
The busy road toward my home.