Another Highway Mile

She and I met
on the Interstate, how bland
or was it on the Internet
in such high demand,
A smile consuming bandwidth
mile after mile
I’m in love, I fear
her captivating smile,

Knows she has the power
to move night and day
one just has to listen
what other people say,
A book and its cover
often not the same
who knows if I really
know her actual name,

So, we meet for coffee
then advanced to wine
glass or two with dinner
I am feeling fine,
Then we go dancing
another drink or two
and about midnight
she asks: what should we do?

Should we go outside
attempt to count the stars
or across the tracks
where there are open bars,
Stand in the alley
kiss like lovers do
is the ceiling paint
really egg-shell blue,

In this small motel
we visit for the night
an empty flask of whiskey
and feeble yellow light,
Fully exposed following
sex, which was ok
escape for a moment
from the worldly fray,

I wake in the morning
she is awake too
knows want I want
knows what to do,
Straddles my body
her form and her smile
and all I can think about
another highway mile,