Just me and the road and jazz
late at night
in no rush
with the windows down
and my hand
waving through the warm air
life, like the leaves, is a delicate dance
floating to earth, even in the dark
with graceful confidence
society
rewards those who follow its tune
manufactured style
of unspoken laws
We cannot step away from them
instead…
we must
DANCE
Improvise
listen to Jazz
entertain ourselves
in meetings that numb
We can never reclaim our time
it trickles out of the bottom
IMPORTANCE
is for those who need it
caught in the dead-locked
emotional tug-a-war of life
the most tortured
they want what they don’t want
and they usually get it
while I’m riding in an empty car
all by myself
driving to get Chinese and root beer
in the dark.