late summer

with the woman I was with

left her brooding at home

set out with a truck full of bike parts

to a bike meet in the next county

& set up with not a pot to piss in

wondering if i had the gas

to

get wherever might be next

watching the roadies set up a band

in the middle of the oval dust track

they were playing Jackson Browne

over the p a

running on empty caught my mood

having run out of energy

to keep that last love alive

& we shared some smokes

much later a beer or two

when the band got up to play their stuff

I had by then a pocket full of cash

selling bits of bikes gone before

& the road was mine to own

come the next new day

all I needed was the courage

to live

& somewhere to go

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