Machine's Final Scene

I leave my sweater with Darcie
She needs it more than I do
I drive down Burke Rd
I break my neck to keep the fuel above empty
I pull into the service station
Half a tank later, I leave
I hope I didn't leave the gas cap popped off
I hope nobody flicks a cigarette at just the right time, at just the right angle
And makes a fire out of me; well
Me and my machine, machine, machine