the reds and yellows
go by quickly
but the greens
stick
heavy clouds
in the night
pitch black
drive
what keeps you
awake
as smooth jazz
plays
small bumps
shudder you
the digital clock
has a static
hum
forehead against
cold windows
distant headlights
fading in and out
of view
only to come
near
blinding
before disappearing
rapidly
never alone
on the empty road
cherish it
these quiet times
the solitude
of the drive
home
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