And there I was,
driving carelessly along
an old country road
with two packs of cigarettes
on my dashboard
and one lonely piece of rolled
paper jammed with sweet
tobacco stuck between my
chapped lips.
The sun set at my back,
the heat trying desperately to trail me,
but the cold came anyways.
I didn’t know where I would
end up. I gave up caring
where the open road took me
long ago.