through the slightly rolled down window.
He was using his coat as a blanket,
body reclined in the seat.
It was still dark outside-
too late to be early,
too early to be late.
A few hours earlier
he had planned on going home
but found himself
giving in to the twins
of exhaustion and intoxication.
It was still enough to hear the hum
of street lights and power lines,
he passing cars of the nearby
freeway sounded like faint waves
from a fading dream.
He righter himself and looked around,
there was no one.
With the keys in the ignition
the engine sputtered back to life.
He coughed.
The seatbelt clicked, was fastened tight.
Release the parking brake,
shift into drive.
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