Night Drive

huffer over the high beams, hiding the stars
go through the greens
look around at the reds
wonder what they're thinking
Brake lights aren't your friend
feel high
why rush when you're so close to the moon's faces
she's accepting and wants to talk
her voice caresses you
like the breeze you feel
with the window down
call phones aren't
ringing on your mind
tranquil desires
racing friendships
only to come home
inspired
by your prime
(whenever that was)
dotted line comes complete
as you sign by the X
to buy cigarettes
tongue feels dry
sweet tea in the fridge
look over the ledge
as you are in tranced by
the glow of street lamps