It's all about the music

I’ve made this drive
so many times I
figured I could
do it w/my eyes
shut
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Well,
that was a
mistake
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one hundred thousand pounds of pressure

(tap, tap)

endlessly rocking
behind the wheel of a
rusted-out Chevy
El Camino
three miles south of
Ensenada
folded into the
azure origami
of twilight’s last gleaming