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


rewards those who follow its tune

manufactured style

of unspoken laws

We cannot step away from them


we must



listen to Jazz

entertain ourselves

in meetings that numb

We can never reclaim our time

it trickles out of the bottom


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.

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