My Morning Jaunt

Sight of expensive automobiles on a driveway ignites desire.

My morning jaunt
Past your driveway
Adorned with
Beamer, Bentley, Benz and Cadillac,
(Why the “C”;nod to patriotism, I suppose)
Stone statues silently guarding
Empty porch and closed doors,
No sign of life.
Night spent on earning luxuries?
Maybe you are out
Driving your Bugatti,
Enjoying life.
Need to hike few more miles,
Sweat out the unholy desire
Creeping up my heart.
Maybe my runny nose
Will drain away the dirt,
To be back tomorrow
On my morning jaunt
With a calm heart.