Another highway, floating streetlamps
(or a parking lot, dying fluorescents)
Full car, familiar faces, trendy clothes
Cell, ID, money, beer
Radio - latest hits, tomorrow's late
Teen, happy, aimless, heady (drunk?)
Glowing dark, city night - days bridged
A million moments in this
Just like the next million
And a million others'
But this one's personal
And they don't care why.

December 31, 2002

Peched on the bench against the glass
Bus shelter, chatting on
Her tiny phone.

The right makeup, china-doll skin
Painted on. Hair teased, curled
Just so and sprayed.

Freezing her pretty little ass off, in
Parasuco, fur-lined leather,
boot heels.

Back so straight, shrink-wrapped legs crossed
In boredom. So painfully cool -
Generic.

Transitory beauty, at a bus stop. I
Drive by. Dangles from thin fingers,
A cigarette.

April 21, 2003