Valencia

driving into this dawning night
rain
races along the windshield
and i view street lamps ablur

let gods
and
better poets define imagery
i haven't the time
early morning darkens
black asphalt shines silver
the highway
makes demanding turns
and lanes under construction ...

besides
the bridge toll
approaches
and vapor has consumed
the night

i'm alone
my saliva tastes of iron
blood dotting the
tongue
coffee steams
the cup holder
slight mocha aroma
both hands
grip
the wheel
some asshole
cuts me off

off 80 to 101
to mission to 17 to
valencia
between 19 and 20