as i drive to work in a rag tag

pickup truck, shifting and shifting

the gears rolling and rolling,

i glance to my right over the swamp

as a white-blue sky breaks over

the rain-laden landscape, voluptuous

black swirling eddies of water dangerously

high. but only for a moment as

a sharp curve of road narrows

my focus (down shifting,

rolling and rolling)

night is still there,

purplish-black laying a-top an industrial fringe

land cum ghetto apocalypse.

as I am

still rolling and shifting down this

blighted lane, I come

to a gas station and pull in

for a coffee.