anti-pro

a loud canned recording
and bad jazz in my ear,
dancing dull layouts
of rainy day behind my eye
and slipping in suggestion
to buy the american dream,
throw a flag on my back
and ride
like a caped patriot
in the political sunrise -
hat and all.

i'd rather take my chance
in the rain
surrounded by annoying voices
and a saxophone that doesn't belong,
standing in time
with life to live
with life to love