Driving late at night
Guatemalan night
the music strong
nothing, absolutely nothing
wrong.
Just me, the road, song
and Mayan spirits.
I’m right where I belong.
Then, the engine light comes on.
There is something wrong.
Could be the tranny
Could be water in the fuel.
Could be electrical.
Could be a million things …..
and to carry on
to get my mind off this wrong
I think about all my own wrong
My engine light now too on.
Could be my heart.
Could be my drinking.
Could be my chassis
I’m just falling apart
and my engine light is on.
I get home.
Park the car.
Park myself.
Take a drink.
Take my pills
and think
of all those whose
engine light’s not on
but who ain’t going as far …..