NaPoWriMo, Day Twelve, Poem Ten

Rest Stop

Everyone

owed a favor.

 

Karma plays

bank teller,

 

window 

slides shut.

 

Currency

no good.

Only credit

on back.

Work it off,

debt, spine, both.

Clink klank 

your poem

 

among all 

washed dishes,

 

stanzas stripped

from hide.

 

Read by braille

holes in shoes

 

how much time

left to go.