The below is a free verse poem. To see it and the other album lyrics formatted correctly, you can view or download the following PDF: https://upenn.app.box.com/s/sj6mpdb6zoycws3wb440tgq1y4j580ql
Tired but restless
on your one day off from work,
you drive around, windows down.
Your suspension is bad—
the car veers
right, so you lean
left, see everything
Taking the detour into Topton,
you idle in front of the old house.
The familiar, sharp smell of boxwood
surrounds you there. You close your eyes,
picture the living room,
the high table you used to play like a drum.
You sang into the light fixture
as if it were a microphone on a stand.
A truck driver lays on his horn. Startled,
you put the car in drive, pull away.
Tired but restless, you drive around,
windows down. Your suspension’s bad—
car veers right, you
lean left, see
The cold air keeps you going, keeps you
awake. Without thinking, you take
the detour, arrive outside the house.
Check the mirrors: rearview,
You close your eyes, rest
your head against the steering wheel.