Driving Midnight Blues
Midnight driving my car
hums alone through this city
dotted with lakes,
the road ahead an ocean
of night my headlights part.
The saxophone on the radio
wails into the darkness
enveloping me, ghostly wanderer,
up and down the four-lanes
as these midnight blues drive
through the hot Florida night.
I used to drive late at night a lot. I’d get into my car at around midnight and start driving. I didn’t have a destination. I just drove for two, sometimes three hours. I turned on the radio and let the music flow through me like some river. When I returned home, I crawled into bed and slept soundly. There was something soothing, refreshing about those drives. I don’t do that much anymore.
songs on the radio
a well lit late night drive home
a meditation
