On Springsteen

A famous singer-songwriter performed
on Saturday night and gave his best
for that night and then loaded into
an inocuous van and sailed for
the closest airport to be somewhere else
because that is what happens;
and we jumped onto the freeway
and went home and went to bed
because that is what we do.

The difference is that we dream
about lottery wins and getting chores done
and they dream about problems with the performance
and their staff and worry whether
someone is coming after them with a gun.
At night, we sleep and they fly;
we all move forward, spinning on the surface
of the planet, through time; and our
furrows wait for us, stretching
out in front of us,
waiting to be plowed.