I got confused, leaving the noisy bar,
lost myself in the dark tangle of new freeways,
new language, new music knotted in my ears,
content simmering like rage.
It began to rain, about midnight
-- traffic & water rushing by me on either side --
fat drops exploding like words
in the windshield dust.
The wrong lane led me into traffic I could hardly see,
the dinosaur arms of the stadium as I passed it
-- or it, moving huge, serene as a real poet's life,
passed me: smooth, machine-like thighs
& splayed feet trampling deserts, denying rain,
gliding away in another direction.