Giving Heartache a ride to work

Wednesday
black ice dawndrive
standing still
I overtake
the battered tractor trailer.

For 30 seconds we keep pace
The empty chicken truck and I
Hollow steel cages stacked ten high
A single white feather
blasts into the whistling wake.

All day I am occupied
stacking pebbles
meetings about meetings
and is that fucking computer still acting up?

When I finally climb to my cutting car
sealed and inert at last
When I finally pound my weighted BB brain
into submission
with an exquisitely-selected playlist
(Did you know you have your own post-us playlist now?
La Cienega just smiles and says "see you around.").

There it is
Packed now
with hunkering raspy creatures.

When I accelerate into January
I realize
I am avoiding their wild eyes.