My Drive Home

A late night drive alone

is an empty calm

It’s a time to reflect

a silent stream of consciousness

The traffic lights catch my eye

how come they’re so bright

when no one else can see them

I wonder if they’re jealous

of the sun I mean

they tell us when to go

but they can’t glow

oh nice that rhymed

they’re outshined

by the beautiful ball above

music makes the ride even better

some slow indie track

drums smooth guitar

makes me feel like a stoner

but without the weed

not that I’m against that kinda thing

it’s just a crime to smoke while driving

you understand

I like weed

but I’m not a stoner

it just makes the world funny

funnier than it already is

God I love to laugh

the stars are pretty at night

It’s so rare to see them

stupid light pollution

maybe that’s the traffic lights’ revenge

a petty little ‘fuck you’ to the sky

for stealing their shine

and isn’t it crazy

I’ve seen the Big Dipper

three times in the past month

I’ve never seen any constellation before

but I guess August is just

Oh shit.

I’m home.

Funny how fast that went.