Empty roads

pavement stretches, red and green

straight

cold, alone and warm

home.

I could drive the streets, at night, forever

I could drive them, alone

forever.

I am so comfortable with my aloneness

and with things that are alone

like boulevards in the nowhere hours

with lonely reds

at home

and a few passing lights

fellow travelers

fellow aloners

I don’t want to see them long

admittedly I am more comfortable

in my aloneness

knowing they are there.