oneinthemorning

it's 12:45 tonight,
or this morning, whatever.
i have nowhere left to go.
my windshield wipers frantically whip
back and forth
across the window
vicariously wiping my tears.  
395 stretched out in front of me,
leading to who knows where, i don't know this part of the country.
i don't know much of anything these days
it seems.  
headlights try to inch past my nose
but i lightly press on the gas...
maybe conquering this challenger will soothe some
part of my aching heart.
i wished my own heart were as tough as the
small block
350 housed beneath the rain drenched hood.