Peter Chapman Poetry

cadillac plein air

the long purple cadillac waited at the light;
the driver puffed a big cigar

smoke came out the exhausts and the driver's window;
the passenger sat looking ahead

the license plate said Florida;
the sun bounced off the car

the light turned green

sandpaper made a whispering smoothing sound not far away;
some birds pecked near the open barn door, where light fell in
and touched the heavy purple shoulder of a man singing
as he worked

the light turned yellow then red