Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

All that and all this.  It'll take
the 5 of you 5 of the 7 hours
to get ready.

          Waiting, waiting….  Get directions
and go w/out.  I drive past the
speed limit and thru red lights.
There's a bridge where the old
schoolhouse is.  Turn left there.

          Those of you going to
Chicago can wait over there.  I need
to use the restroom.  I stay
away to meet everybody
but I'm not impressed so I
go anyhow for the hell of it.