Going Nowhere
Listen to Jay read his poem ...
Billy built a bridge to nowhere,
not quite straight ahead.
A driver asked, “How much to cross it?”
“Nothing,” Billy said.
“Well, I’ve never travelled nowhere,
plus, the price is right,”
he aimed his wheels at Billy’s bridge
and sped off out of sight.
As Billy watched him go, he hoped
that someone there would learn
to build a bridge to somewhere –
so the driver could return.
not quite straight ahead.
A driver asked, “How much to cross it?”
“Nothing,” Billy said.
“Well, I’ve never travelled nowhere,
plus, the price is right,”
he aimed his wheels at Billy’s bridge
and sped off out of sight.
As Billy watched him go, he hoped
that someone there would learn
to build a bridge to somewhere –
so the driver could return.
This poem is copyright (©) Jay Brazeau 2024
About the Writer
Jay Brazeau
Jay Brazeau is an emerging Ottawa-based poet who resides on the outer edge of imagination – a world where cats sport houndstooth jackets, chickens sell eggs and a pigeon’s pockets are packed with popcorn. His poems have appeared in various anthologies, print editions and online magazines as well as in the public art project WHAT YOU’D NEVER EXPECT A BEAR TO WEAR (and Other Ironic Outfits)
