The Crystal Lady

 The Poet's Corner

Thirty Pieces of Silver A Collection of Poems by Joan Estelle High Book 3 © 2004

Wild Ride In Memphis.
By Joan Estelle High
©2001
 

We were riding around in Memphis, road was bumpy and we were tired.
Written directions that they gave to us, were the worst since he was hired.

Sure we had a sheet of note paper, That was inscribed with a crude map
We drove exactly like it showed us,  However it some how left a gap.

So it was round and round in Memphis, We drove that big yellow truck.
We drove it through the traffic lanes, And the construction filled with muck.

Next  we drove it to the exit ramp,  We changed to the proper lane.
We never could find that store, so we went around again, Around and around again.

Five times we drove our circle, Until we could take no more.
But no matter what route taken, We could not find that darn store.

Anxiety building in our desperation. We finally put on our thinking cap.
Notice the directions that they gave us , Did not begin to match our map.

It only took us two hours of driving around and  round about, 
 Until at  long last we finally figured  out  ourselves a  better route.

In  just a matter of time, we  were backing  into the loading door,
"Houston We Have Landed",  we had  finally  found that darn store.

Soon our trip through the  "Twill Light Zone" with its mysterious site,
The solution was perfectly clear and was  not a puzzle any more.

We realized that they did not tell the man who made the map
That the company had recently gone and totally moved the store.