Last night driving home
With so many things on my mind
I looked up-got a glance of me in the review mirror
Looking with new eyes-I'm still getting used to this face
Behind glasses now
Still no difference-Still no trace
No train on the tracks next to me
Just soft spatters of rain blinding my window shield
And you-thoughts of you-longings for you
Are brought forward by a Coca-Cola cowboy singing to me
I wonder where he is-this singer
Is he as sad as the song I hear
While waiting for this red light to turn green
To set me free
Last night driving home
With so many things on my mind
I looked up-got a glance of me in the review mirror
Looking with new eyes-I'm still getting use to this face
Behind glasses now
Still no difference-Still no trace
The man in his high raised truck looks over at me
Yellows, oranges, golds, and reds sparkle and shine in the rain's dark sky
He looks away-
Why couldn't he have always looked away?
Maybe he too thought: what's the possibility
That the one next to me will offer an invitation from the distraction
6 at night-in the rain-in a car
Wondering
Who is this face before me
That I see in the review mirror
Looking with new eyes
Behind glasses now
May 2008 Copywrite
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