all the nights that i confuse
the 76 sign for the moon,
wondering if hours ago you saw the same
and thought of me - unexpectedly.
only to remember yet again:
it's the dimming beacon of the gas station.
do all my sentiments seem like this to you?
the glory made gaudy -
the luminous, ludicrous -
my love song out of tune.

drive down the 605. forget my mistakes.
pull into place beside the curb. sleep like a baby.
wake to the cat in the window. read at the piano.
hem haw and hustle back to the grindstone
till darkness fall, i pull out again,
glance up through the trees into the night sky.
see the 76 sign.

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