every day i drive the same route to work, 81 north from moosic then route 6 east to carbondale and every day for the past 5 weeks i have passed a kitchen chair sitting on the side of the highway, it's a lonely chair, brown, wood, 4 legged chair, and it sits there, same place, unmoved by wind or rain or passing cars and trucks, forgotten, no one has come to claim it and everyday i pass it except this morning... this morning i pulled over on the side of the road, took my coffee and sat on the chair, it creaked, it wobbled, then leveled out and i sat on the shoulder of 81 north, in the chair, drinking my coffee as cars and tractor trailers jockeyed for positions in the rush to get to work or to get home as drivers and passengers stared at the crazy man in a suit, drinking coffee while sitting by the road and watching the madness... after i finished my coffee, i put the chair in the back of my van, even though its old, cracked ugly, somebody threw it out and nobody wants it, there's still a use for it somewhere...
Reason for writing:
i have a soft spot for the abandoned...
Birth sign: Libra
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