what face 

portends 

death-defying acts 

of streamlined chrome

rear mirror joy?

look back into the sunrise

drive on through

the cactus infested 

heatland

borrowing thoughts from

cans of cold Miller beer

passing the night signs 

still lit

and glowing

we need to get breakfast somewhere

I heard 

from the back of my brain

flappity flap uh flap