Solo Driver
By Kenneth R. Cabrieto

     Not dealing with rejection too well,
     So I try to drown myself in my work.
     Driving around alone,
     Dropping off pizzas.
     Now I hate my job more than ever.
     The people I see used to be just people.
     Now they’re a reflection of what you and I used to be.
     I drop a pie off in the rich neighborhood off of Kempsville.
     A family and their kids are ready to devour the pizza.
     This could have been the end result of what we had.
     We just wouldn’t be a white rich family.
     Why are they ordering pizza anyway?
     My next stop is at a party.
     Six boxes go to them.
     Memories are revisited as I see countless couples.
     We used to go to parties just like this.
     Now, it would just be me alone,
     Feeling odd and lost within all the couples.
     I drift back to work feeling not only alone,
     But angry.
     The tips tonight sucked.

     -July 10th, 2002