the blue car
take the blue car
the small black car
is an unreliabele car
the town is quiet
six in the morning quiet
the silence of people asleep
and the quiet of those not yet fully awake
Sawtooth rhymes
a strange sound
the blue car works
the motor whines
but it works
the church square
the tunnel
a red traffic light at the beginning and a green one at the end, a green light at the end of town and never stop untill the next town, a red light in Moosburg.
Then pass Freising, Achering, Mintraching.
Garching.
The pebble parking spot there, and the timestamp clock
Fifty five overtime hours
that is more than a week.
The office, there is work to be done, that came in on the email over night.
Tap the keys.
The injured finger, the one that was operated on, forever hits the caps lock.
An injury makes presidential style comments.
Indiscriminate Caps Lock
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