Dimes (day 1473) June 6, 2015June 7, 2015 ned inward, lost, photograph, poem a day, raw, written Sure, flick flies off the dashboard. A lonely state of mind, Flipping dimes to catch a rhyme To fill up these holes. A sad song isn’t it, It’s rambling on. It’s a deserted road On a long haul, Fifth gear kind of haul In a ’79 automobile.