Prompt poetry: Anachronism

This was in response to the prompt “open”:

Anachronism

today I drove in rush hour traffic
open spiral notebook
propped against the wheel
ballpoint in my steering grip
no radio, no cell phone
just the scratch of pen on paper
at every red light

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