With the moon in its fifth day of waning
and the artic air waxing,
the night was vast and cold.
I coasted her to rest w/in the shoals.
The tar river was roaring,
even so late.
The thunder of the big trucks
for she must have been cold too,
frozen more like it.
I tuck my hands underneath my thighs
trying to keep my fingertips from freezing.
My breath freezes on the windows.
Please listen, to the story,
The places we’ve been,
Her engine singing to me.
She was my companion,
I pulled one dream
out of another.