Because the hour’s late
and the smell of the air gobsmacked me
into the past
this is all I can leave here.
I am fortune’s child, and how that happened
is the mystery of my earthly millisecond.
I take her gifts
and give back a few of my own,
I don’t think it’s expected.
My bikes rarely get flats,
the shower’s done before the hot water runs out,
the alternator expired at a side-road
off the busy highway,
my mother and father were never mean,
And best of all,
I can carry a tune, for
what that’s worth.