A man decides to change his career path

Driving back from her place
 he still smells her in his beard
feels her breath on the back
of his neck

it is a moment he holds on to
driving back from her place
to the wide sky
  purple black
over the flat land just as empty

There is a glass jar full of
coffee with cream and sugar
she poured out
   with weary kindness


her freckled breasts just under the red glow
of her nightgown.
She wanted to make sure
      in her own way
she would see him off

the highway had made him
who he was before
the road made him happy
the road was free
and kept mysteries great and small


driving back from her place,
the road feels like a jail
and all the stars in the sky
 and al the neon
in the dusty world
 could not budge his
      lonely heart
         one pebble's worth