What’s the Date?

Old man, white beard, big nose,
Sits and waits in a car,
An old, black, small, scuffed car

On the side of the road.
The wind blows. The grass bends.
Loud trucks roar up the road.

Smooth cars glide down the road.
The day goes. Wait for it.
The thing that will change you

So much you don’t know—here
Or near here. You’ve known it.
You’ll know it. Then it goes.