Bald tires spinning
but only in a metaphorical sense
(My Fourbyfour don’t take no shit
from snow, ya see),
with life sort of
ranging out ahead, and everything
at least a mile out,
and no good way to leave
the driveway

But the boots I used to wear
were thrown away the other day
(another metaphor – Red Wings last
forever),
and these new boots just make me
feel like I can
walk across the planet, just to
get to where I want to go,
and worry about the stops
I need to make when
that order for new tires
comes through.

Now where’d I put my coat.