American Sentences

Returning to a previously (albeit briefly) explored poetic form, the American sentence. A sort of Western haiku sentence, adhering to the seventeen syllable prescription, but relying more on a modern aesthetic. Here are two I recently crafted over the past two days:

Stalled care engine speaks in clicks: "Keep on turnin' that key, I got all day."

My dentist questions the patient next door, "Do you know who Blackbeard was?"