went for a midnight drive
to feel alive.
garage giggles
are missed,
so I gun it through
yellow lights,
and stop signs with the white border,
because those are just suggested, right?
considering Taco Bell,
but I got other things to drown sorrows,
like podcast cruising,
texting Justin about it all.
what if I just drove to New York?
I am too old for roadtrips.
the empty suburban streets are mine,
until cops at a 7-11 scare me with a follow,
even though I am doing nothing illegal,
unless you count code 143.
I cruise back with the windows down,
write shitty poems in the Notes of my phone,
wish for more wishes,
and that my truck was a time machine.