blizzard

I look crazy
Sitting here smoking
Black woolen hat
pulled low
lips kiss
marlboro light
exhale
smoke hits the cold
windshield
I watch it dance
coil and recoil

I am in the parking lot
of the grocery store
radio shack
block buster
liquor shop

packies, the locals
call them
Where they go for
little bottles
a couple shots, a couple bucks
nips, they say

it is almost twelve o'clock
sunday morn
blizzard whirls
tires skid
I am a city girl
country girl
caught in between
suburbia
blue laws
I await the escape.