Service Road

See it fade in the half light
No one's around
A soft draining sound
Fills the floor of the backseat
Blood will congeal
Quick to conceal
That one stubborn reminder
Of desolate life
Indifference when you
Say that you mean it
But violence can speak
On your behalf
If only just for a moment
Deflecting back on you

They did the autopsy
Twenty miles from
Where they found you
On the service road
Off I-95

Only curse in a murmur
Can't quite define
Always alone in your
Impeccable timing
No one to see
How far you've come
It's a humid frustration
Crowding your head
Tunnels and all
Come to pull in your vision
Narrow the hall
When you finally come to
It's far too late, see

They did the autopsy
Twenty miles from
Where they found you
On the service road
Off I-95