sonnet for the commuter --- I won’t be fooled again by summer’s myth. Day spent with my back, night with my guitar. Three months of work. What do I end up with? No love in my life, but gas in my car. Work to pay for the commute to the job; Drive in asphyxiating emission. I arrive at the door and twist the knob, Home again; a night of Pole Position. In bed I wonder about day driving. I bought sunglasses to block out the glare. So much of my money spent surviving. Is gas worth it’s price? If you get somewhere. Gas to get the one who will be my wife; No gas in my car, but love in my life. --- by daniel brummel, 1999