Rocket Fuel

I've been updating my website (at dianeseverson.eu) and realized that I hadn't linked to my poem Rocket Fuel, which was published in Star*Line 40.3, but not available to read there. So, here it is. By the way, my parents never said the last line to me, but I know they worried.

Rocket Fuel

If music fueled the world

you could sing

in your car and drive

as long as you could.

Driving cross-country might prove

to be exhausting, but

you could ask hitchhikers

to play for their ride.

Starships could hire an orchestra

or a choir to play or sing

around the clock - what a gig

that would be, to see

new worlds and make music

all day. Musicians finally getting

their due and no father

or mother would ever say,

“Get a real job!”