Drops to flakes
show the wind howls sideways
Missed my exit so mile-markers
try to tell the tale
--not too loud--
I've listened
to the wipers' march
For 3 hours--interested
in just one thing...
--Not where I'm headed
--Which road I'm on
--"Is my tank dry?" or cold coffee in foam cups.
It's more a question of...
--"Are my lungs full?"
--"Is my head clear?"
Liver's ready
I can stomach one more night.
My head aches
from the glaring headlights
Dim my brights and adjust the defrost
feel the year bleed in
to my bones
I'm listening
to flakes on windshield
Still 3 hours more 'til sleep
that's just one thing...
That must be lacking
This road I'm on
Plays its hand--rest ain't in the cards tonight
Is it a matter of...
cooling convictions?
freezing weather?
emtpy tank or
getting snowed on every night?
Slide to a halt...
on the shoulder
hit my hazards
it's December
and it's 10 o'clock at night
Make it home
And I'll toss one back
Drop it down
To bring sirens back--
They'll sing their songs
And I'll swallow facts
Make it home
And I'll toss my map
Into the wind
Put my keyring back
Onto the peg
Where it's always sat--
I know I'll leave.
I can tell I'll leave again.
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